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 Micronesia and from Spokane.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Little Man to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio 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 snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Shuggie Otis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Toni Rubio,
Sexual Harrassment,
Marshall Jefferson,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Donald Byrd,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Toasters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
B.T. Express,
Davy DMX,
Sandy B,
Dual Sessions,
Pulsallama,
Electric Prunes,
World's Most,
Godley & Creme,
The Last Poets,
The Black Dice,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deepchord,
Wasted Youth,
Funkadelic,
Sun Ra,
Minnie Riperton,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aloha Tigers,
Zero Boys,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Blossom Toes,
Boz Scaggs,
Fatback Band,
Wings,
Adolescents,
Jacques Brel,
Supertramp,
Spandau Ballet,
David Bowie,
The Techniques,
Underground Resistance,
Derrick May,
Gabor Szabo,
Altered Images,
the Slits,
The Music Machine,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Skarface,
Dark Day,
Audionom,
The Five Americans,
Pantytec,
Rites of Spring,
Accadde A,
Gong,
Stiv Bators,
The Electric Prunes,
The Gap Band,
Magma,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.