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 Laos 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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the rock 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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All the Fania All-Stars tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
The Vogues,
The Cure,
Ponytail,
Gabor Szabo,
Darondo,
Man Parrish,
Procol Harum,
Pylon,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Moon,
Guru Guru,
Max Romeo,
Lee Hazlewood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hot Snakes,
Q and Not U,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delta 5,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Quantec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Smiths,
Junior Murvin,
The Young Rascals,
D'Angelo,
Flipper,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Ossler,
Soulsonic Force,
Matthew Halsall,
Smog,
the Association,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
Agitation Free,
Sparks,
Urselle,
Roger Hodgson,
The Toasters,
The New Christs,
Ronnie Foster,
Tropical Tobacco,
Depeche Mode,
Godley & Creme,
Bill Near,
Sex Pistols,
Juan Atkins,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Cal Tjader,
Jacob Miller,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Real Kids,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joey Negro,
Pole,
Sun City Girls,
Clear Light,
Saccharine Trust,
Bluetip,
Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel, Ash Ra Tempel.
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.