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 Sweden and from Tehran.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Gerry Rafferty to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every R.M.O. record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Underground Resistance,
Camouflage,
Average White Band,
Jeff Mills,
The Cramps,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Nico,
Isaac Hayes,
Hardrive,
The Angels of Light,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Television,
Wally Richardson,
Big Daddy Kane,
Terry Callier,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
MDC,
Cybotron,
The Golliwogs,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Cal Tjader,
The Velvet Underground,
Arab on Radar,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rapeman,
Spandau Ballet,
48th St. Collective,
Nik Kershaw,
Gerry Rafferty,
Crooked Eye,
Brothers Johnson,
Quantec,
The Tremeloes,
Icehouse,
The Last Poets,
Marmalade,
Stockholm Monsters,
Matthew Halsall,
Sister Nancy,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
Fluxion,
Trumans Water,
Pylon,
Magma,
The Stooges,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Goldenarms,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grauzone,
The Electric Prunes,
Joe Smooth,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Ludus,
Amon Düül,
Lee Hazlewood,
Oneida,
Beasts of Bourbon,
A Certain Ratio,
Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes, Blossom Toes.
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.