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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 clarinet 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 The Moleskins to the funk 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 Eden Ahbez. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grandmaster Flash 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sly & The Family Stone,
H. Thieme,
Shoche,
Gichy Dan,
Ultra Naté,
The Music Machine,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Oneida,
the Human League,
F. McDonald,
The Count Five,
Erasure,
Crash Course in Science,
Oblivians,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
The Mummies,
Ponytail,
MC5,
Scion,
Panda Bear,
Crime,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quando Quango,
The Searchers,
The Seeds,
The Motions,
Spandau Ballet,
OOIOO,
Skaos,
Organ,
the Normal,
Tears for Fears,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Slackers,
Boogie Down Productions,
the Slits,
Adolescents,
Rhythm & Sound,
Prince Buster,
The Sound,
Vladislav Delay,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Blancmange,
Sparks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Fear,
Delon & Dalcan,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boz Scaggs,
Mr. Review,
MDC,
The Neon Judgement,
Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless, Flash Fearless.
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.