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 Venezuela and from New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Siglo XX to the techno 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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tom Boy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Hashim,
Scan 7,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
The Modern Lovers,
Pantaleimon,
Albert Ayler,
Country Teasers,
Spoonie Gee,
The Saints,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
These Immortal Souls,
Alice Coltrane,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
The United States of America,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Stetsasonic,
Suicide,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
Supertramp,
Neil Young,
New Order,
Scientists,
The Tremeloes,
The Motions,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wolf Eyes,
Scratch Acid,
The Five Americans,
Little Man,
Lucky Dragons,
Au Pairs,
Oblivians,
The Remains,
Todd Rundgren,
The Neon Judgement,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thompson Twins,
Audionom,
The Gap Band,
Kurtis Blow,
Aural Exciters,
Connie Case,
Erasure,
Quadrant,
The Star Department,
cv313,
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Popol Vuh,
Bobby Womack,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Delon & Dalcan,
Depeche Mode,
The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers, The Slackers.
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.