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 Kosovo and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 spring reverb 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 Agitation Free to the grunge 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 The Slackers. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Knickerbockers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rotary Connection record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
The American Breed,
Gong,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Althea and Donna,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Index,
Unrelated Segments,
Bush Tetras,
Hoover,
Lungfish,
Archie Shepp,
Peter and Kerry,
Crooked Eye,
Public Image Ltd.,
John Coltrane,
Oblivians,
Drive Like Jehu,
Swans,
Leonard Cohen,
Radiohead,
Sugar Minott,
A Certain Ratio,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
T.S.O.L.,
Jacques Brel,
Masters at Work,
The Fuzztones,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
The Cure,
Sonic Youth,
Popol Vuh,
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Busters,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
a-ha,
CMW,
Nik Kershaw,
Marmalade,
Blake Baxter,
Cal Tjader,
Niagra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Pole,
Magazine,
Unwound,
World's Most,
The Selecter,
Flipper,
Maurizio,
The Dead C,
Sixth Finger,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Organ,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Sherman,
Gastr Del Sol,
Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun, Con Funk Shun.
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.