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 Philippines and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Country Teasers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Television Personalities. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every James Chance & The Contortions record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flipper record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Neil Young,
Mars,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Blake Baxter,
Shuggie Otis,
Liliput,
John Cale,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Doors,
Terry Callier,
Whodini,
Sight & Sound,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
The Invisible,
The Blues Magoos,
The Offenders,
Ossler,
Crooked Eye,
Goldenarms,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Rhythm & Sound,
Eden Ahbez,
The Buckinghams,
Leonard Cohen,
Lalann,
Surgeon,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pulsallama,
Bobby Byrd,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Hardrive,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Au Pairs,
Jeff Lynne,
Andrew Hill,
Josef K,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fluxion,
Wally Richardson,
Black Moon,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rekid,
Infiniti,
Eric Copeland,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Dennis Brown,
Todd Rundgren,
Gang of Four,
Robert Hood,
Unrelated Segments,
The Litter,
Todd Terry,
the Association,
Crispy Ambulance,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants, Young Marble Giants.
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.