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 Barbados and from Jakarta.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Lille.
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 sitar 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 Bad Manners to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Warsaw tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer 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?
The Misunderstood,
Barrington Levy,
The Slits,
EPMD,
Barclay James Harvest,
Radiopuhelimet,
Whodini,
The Techniques,
Moby Grape,
Camberwell Now,
Freddie Wadling,
The Smiths,
David Axelrod,
Boogie Down Productions,
John Holt,
Erykah Badu,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Lightning Bolt,
DNA,
Danielle Patucci,
Suburban Knight,
Godley & Creme,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Standells,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Fuzztones,
Donald Byrd,
Jawbox,
Franke,
The Fortunes,
Lyres,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Babytalk,
Erasure,
Iggy Pop,
Q65,
The Alarm Clocks,
Icehouse,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Blues Magoos,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Ice-T,
Crispian St. Peters,
Ultra Naté,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pole,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nik Kershaw,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Byron Stingily,
The Offenders,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
The Grass Roots,
Marshall Jefferson,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rod Modell,
Funkadelic,
Chris Corsano,
Cal Tjader,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.