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 Monaco and from Johannesburg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 The American Breed to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Sound Behaviour. All the underground hits.
All FM Einheit tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Negative Approach 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crooked Eye record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
EPMD,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
The Music Machine,
Black Sheep,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Leaves,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Intrusion,
Spandau Ballet,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Joy Division,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
The Gap Band,
Brand Nubian,
Main Source,
X-Ray Spex,
Colin Newman,
Oneida,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Excepter,
The Monks,
Roger Hodgson,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Symarip,
the Normal,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Theoretical Girls,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Derrick Morgan,
Cecil Taylor,
The Searchers,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Mummies,
The Mojo Men,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
These Immortal Souls,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joey Negro,
Amazonics,
Pulsallama,
The Dead C,
Ice-T,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Motions,
the Human League,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Reagan Youth,
Sandy B,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Big Daddy Kane,
Television, Television, Television, Television.
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.