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 Namibia and from Taipei.
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 Shanghai and Manchester.
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 oboe 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson 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 Nation of Ulysses. All the underground hits.
All Patti Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 48th St. Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rod Modell,
D'Angelo,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Hot Snakes,
ABBA,
Radiohead,
Rhythm & Sound,
Chrome,
Pussy Galore,
Index,
10cc,
New Order,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Nico,
Bang On A Can,
The Grass Roots,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Jacob Miller,
The Dirtbombs,
Banda Bassotti,
Outsiders,
Skriet,
Eric B and Rakim,
Junior Murvin,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Blues Magoos,
Amazonics,
Harmonia,
The Count Five,
UT,
The Pretty Things,
The Stooges,
Hashim,
Adolescents,
The Five Americans,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bronski Beat,
The Velvet Underground,
Lucky Dragons,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Darondo,
Crooked Eye,
Easy Going,
Janne Schatter,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Freddie Wadling,
Davy DMX,
June Days,
Heaven 17,
Organ,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Rekid,
Icehouse,
Alice Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Slave,
MC5,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.