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 Montenegro and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 guitar 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 Popol Vuh to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 David Axelrod. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Fortunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter & Gordon,
Scrapy,
The Real Kids,
the Normal,
Jimmy McGriff,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Banda Bassotti,
The Moleskins,
Wally Richardson,
Slick Rick,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Wasted Youth,
Erykah Badu,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Grass Roots,
Fat Boys,
Lebanon Hanover,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Schoolly D,
The Fall,
Bobby Sherman,
Brothers Johnson,
The Divine Comedy,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Moebius,
The Gories,
Ludus,
La Düsseldorf,
Iggy Pop,
Wire,
Spoonie Gee,
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
K-Klass,
The Monks,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ken Boothe,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
The Associates,
Joy Division,
Swans,
Kerri Chandler,
Blancmange,
Minor Threat,
Howard Jones,
Flipper,
Man Parrish,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Rundgren,
Newcleus,
A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls, A Flock of Seagulls.
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.