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 Armenia and from Edmonton.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Michael McDonald 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 Marmalade to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moby Grape record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Connie Case record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Lydon,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brothers Johnson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Donny Hathaway,
Bluetip,
Fluxion,
Lee Hazlewood,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
The Cure,
The Knickerbockers,
Jeff Lynne,
The Move,
Con Funk Shun,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers,
Minny Pops,
Barry Ungar,
The Motions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
La Düsseldorf,
Yazoo,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Max Romeo,
The Martian,
FM Einheit,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Brass Construction,
Yaz,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Alice Coltrane,
David McCallum,
Dark Day,
Icehouse,
The Smiths,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Barracudas,
Infiniti,
The Gun Club,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tears for Fears,
ABC,
X-101,
Magazine,
Camberwell Now,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Trojans,
Zapp,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lucky Dragons,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Supertramp,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lightning Bolt,
Vainqueur,
Eden Ahbez,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.