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 Tanzania and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1971 at the first Big Star practice in a loft in Memphis.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Nirvana to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Josef K. All the underground hits.
All The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Adolescents,
Absolute Body Control,
Accadde A,
Youth Brigade,
Erasure,
Nico,
H. Thieme,
Eve St. Jones,
Oneida,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
The Seeds,
The Misunderstood,
Blossom Toes,
Johnny Osbourne,
Cal Tjader,
Sparks,
Todd Rundgren,
Saccharine Trust,
Grey Daturas,
Lebanon Hanover,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Porter Ricks,
Sonic Youth,
Bootsy Collins,
Quantec,
Icehouse,
the Bar-Kays,
MDC,
Amon Düül,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eurythmics,
Eric Copeland,
The Mojo Men,
The Residents,
Eric B and Rakim,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
R.M.O.,
Essential Logic,
Swans,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
Television,
K-Klass,
Dead Boys,
T.S.O.L.,
Letta Mbulu,
Stetsasonic,
Ken Boothe,
The Doobie Brothers,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Sugar Minott,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Morten Harket,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.