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 Poland and from Mexico City.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 chamberlin 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 Television Personalities to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Reuben Wilson 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Black Dice record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
KRS-One,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mummies,
Juan Atkins,
the Association,
Rufus Thomas,
The Offenders,
Junior Murvin,
Amon Düül II,
The Doors,
Crooked Eye,
The Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Gun Club,
Todd Rundgren,
Country Teasers,
Basic Channel,
Suicide,
Wire,
The Fortunes,
Chris Corsano,
Con Funk Shun,
Don Cherry,
Warren Ellis,
Hasil Adkins,
the Bar-Kays,
Grauzone,
The American Breed,
Idris Muhammad,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Second Layer,
New York Dolls,
Wolf Eyes,
The Motions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Tom Boy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Fear,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Matthew Bourne,
The Durutti Column,
Pussy Galore,
Arcadia,
Youth Brigade,
Subhumans,
The Standells,
The Leaves,
Yusef Lateef,
The Tremeloes,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Fall,
Kurtis Blow,
Anakelly,
Flamin' Groovies,
World's Most,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.