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 Israel and from Jakarta.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Louis and Bebe Barron to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Amazonics tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Alison Limerick,
The Angels of Light,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Newcleus,
Bronski Beat,
Aloha Tigers,
Ten City,
The Vogues,
The Trojans,
Ornette Coleman,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Peter & Gordon,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Infiniti,
Au Pairs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Television,
Bobby Womack,
Sister Nancy,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Mandrill,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
June Days,
Mars,
Lightning Bolt,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry's Kids,
The Beau Brummels,
R.M.O.,
Matthew Halsall,
Johnny Clarke,
Ituana,
Deakin,
X-102,
Barclay James Harvest,
Camberwell Now,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Barry Ungar,
The Grass Roots,
Gang Starr,
James White and The Blacks,
Sugar Minott,
Roy Ayers,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
John Cale,
Don Cherry,
Mission of Burma,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Rod Modell,
The Searchers,
Dorothy Ashby,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.