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 Netherlands and from Milan.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Stockholm.
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 808 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Television Personalities tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Saints,
Hot Snakes,
Procol Harum,
Ohio Players,
Royal Trux,
The Slits,
Minny Pops,
Adolescents,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
T.S.O.L.,
Eric Dolphy,
John Holt,
ABC,
Interpol,
The Gun Club,
cv313,
Thee Headcoats,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nico,
Vladislav Delay,
Brick,
The Remains,
Rapeman,
Silicon Teens,
World's Most,
Derrick May,
Altered Images,
Eric B and Rakim,
Yusef Lateef,
Boz Scaggs,
R.M.O.,
Oblivians,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Crooked Eye,
Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
Tubeway Army,
Alphaville,
Bobby Sherman,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Subhumans,
Camberwell Now,
Thompson Twins,
Sixth Finger,
Nirvana,
Grauzone,
The Divine Comedy,
T. Rex,
Lou Christie,
Kerrie Biddell,
Parry Music,
Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach, Negative Approach.
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.