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 Mexico and from Calgary.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes 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 Franke to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Circle Jerks. All the underground hits.
All Stetsasonic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young & Crazy Horse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spoonie Gee,
Harpers Bizarre,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
X-Ray Spex,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gabor Szabo,
Sam Rivers,
Lower 48,
Accadde A,
Dead Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Cybotron,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Harmonia,
Toni Rubio,
Marvin Gaye,
Boogie Down Productions,
Slave,
Zapp,
Ultravox,
R.M.O.,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Jimmy McGriff,
Severed Heads,
The Young Rascals,
Icehouse,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Television,
Motorama,
A Certain Ratio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Litter,
Crime,
The Busters,
Moebius,
AZ,
The J.B.'s,
Freddie Wadling,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Oneida,
Tres Demented,
The Cowsills,
Heaven 17,
Davy DMX,
The Last Poets,
The Residents,
LL Cool J,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect, In Retrospect.
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.