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 Zimbabwe and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Bob Dylan to the grime 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 Rod Modell. All the underground hits.
All Notorious Big And Bone Thugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tommy Roe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Deakin,
The Electric Prunes,
Niagra,
David Bowie,
The Moleskins,
Gichy Dan,
The Names,
Kevin Saunderson,
Crispy Ambulance,
Roger Hodgson,
Fatback Band,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Robert Hood,
Deepchord,
Quadrant,
Althea and Donna,
Oblivians,
The Black Dice,
Gang Gang Dance,
Tropical Tobacco,
Urselle,
Minny Pops,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
The Monochrome Set,
These Immortal Souls,
Make Up,
Massinfluence,
Fela Kuti,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ohio Players,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Donald Byrd,
Monks,
Ultravox,
Terry Callier,
Lower 48,
Basic Channel,
The Invisible,
Sister Nancy,
Blossom Toes,
Mr. Review,
Ultimate Spinach,
Gastr Del Sol,
Erasure,
Scion,
New Order,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Johnny Osbourne,
Nik Kershaw,
Au Pairs,
Brand Nubian,
Don Cherry,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Near,
Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities, Television Personalities.
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.