Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Solomon Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1963 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing Ash Ra Tempel to the rap kids.
I played it at Trash.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by Q and Not U. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lyres,
Urselle,
Kevin Saunderson,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
F. McDonald,
the Germs,
Brass Construction,
Nas,
Von Mondo,
Roxy Music,
Yellowson,
Thee Headcoats,
World's Most,
Youth Brigade,
Kurtis Blow,
Stockholm Monsters,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Real Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Easy Going,
Graham Central Station,
Hashim,
Lucky Dragons,
kango's stein massive,
The Dead C,
The Saints,
Mandrill,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Piero Umiliani,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Cowsills,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Boogie Down Productions,
Girls At Our Best!,
Joe Finger,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Standells,
Spoonie Gee,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Motions,
Heaven 17,
Bobby Sherman,
Theoretical Girls,
Charles Mingus,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Modern Lovers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Con Funk Shun,
Fear,
The Doobie Brothers,
Suburban Knight,
Soulsonic Force,
Aswad,
FM Einheit,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
a-ha,
David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie, David Bowie.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.