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 Malawi and from London.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Mo-Dettes to the jazz 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 Ronnie Foster. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Offenders 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Newcleus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television Personalities,
Donald Byrd,
Howard Jones,
Khruangbin,
Ronnie Foster,
Rites of Spring,
The J.B.'s,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
World's Most,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Mojo Men,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Joyce Sims,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Gladiators,
Malaria!,
Dennis Brown,
David McCallum,
New Order,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Idris Muhammad,
The Searchers,
Kerri Chandler,
Eve St. Jones,
Soul Sonic Force,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Victims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Derrick May,
D'Angelo,
Thompson Twins,
Iggy Pop,
Todd Terry,
Charles Mingus,
Panda Bear,
Pussy Galore,
Liliput,
The Cramps,
The Offenders,
The Angels of Light,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spandau Ballet,
Royal Trux,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dave Gahan,
Bush Tetras,
The Mummies,
Smog,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Stooges,
Eli Mardock,
Sex Pistols,
The Gap Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Blackbyrds,
Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee, Spoonie Gee.
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.