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 Suriname and from Shanghai.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Easy Going to the techno 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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Tears for Fears tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Interpol,
Aaron Thompson,
Guru Guru,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Thompson Twins,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Depeche Mode,
Suicide,
Minutemen,
10cc,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Malaria!,
Delta 5,
The Mummies,
The Toasters,
Essential Logic,
Wasted Youth,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
Crash Course in Science,
Kaleidoscope,
Boz Scaggs,
Steve Hackett,
Faust,
Newcleus,
Sandy B,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Red Krayola,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magma,
Archie Shepp,
Pet Shop Boys,
Ten City,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lee Hazlewood,
Fad Gadget,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Blancmange,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Reagan Youth,
New Age Steppers,
Sparks,
The American Breed,
Joyce Sims,
Basic Channel,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Laurel Aitken,
James Chance & The Contortions,
the Germs,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu, Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu.
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.