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 Guinea-Bissau and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Bologna.
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 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 Vaughan Mason & Crew to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Liaisons Dangereuses 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rufus Thomas 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?
Mr. Review,
Babytalk,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Magma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Ponytail,
Oneida,
David Bowie,
Average White Band,
Yaz,
Crispian St. Peters,
Mary Jane Girls,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Arcadia,
Soul Sonic Force,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Scan 7,
Massinfluence,
Bang On A Can,
The Blues Magoos,
Vainqueur,
Symarip,
Theoretical Girls,
Icehouse,
The Sonics,
Marine Girls,
cv313,
Iggy Pop,
Dorothy Ashby,
Hasil Adkins,
The Cure,
Amazonics,
UT,
The Gap Band,
Amon Düül,
Dawn Penn,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bobby Sherman,
Rakim,
Bluetip,
Unwound,
Organ,
Radiohead,
MDC,
The Happenings,
In Retrospect,
E-Dancer,
The Litter,
Lakeside,
Connie Case,
The Victims,
Shoche,
Leonard Cohen,
Goldenarms,
John Cale,
Television Personalities,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Erasure,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.