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 Toronto.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Wolf Eyes to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Rosa Yemen. All the underground hits.
All Main Source tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Mummies,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Kenny Larkin,
Gerry Rafferty,
Jeff Lynne,
New York Dolls,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Blackbyrds,
Aswad,
Popol Vuh,
Easy Going,
Soft Machine,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Symarip,
Sonic Youth,
FM Einheit,
Pantytec,
the Association,
The Litter,
Amon Düül II,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Anakelly,
Grey Daturas,
Infiniti,
The Modern Lovers,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Blancmange,
Pole,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
The Young Rascals,
Delta 5,
Matthew Bourne,
Agitation Free,
Ultravox,
Interpol,
Ohio Players,
Nas,
Archie Shepp,
Clear Light,
Idris Muhammad,
The Red Krayola,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry Gold Smith,
La Düsseldorf,
OOIOO,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Oneida,
Bronski Beat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Residents,
Maurizio,
Eddi Front,
Procol Harum,
The Smoke,
Absolute Body Control,
Babytalk,
Sister Nancy,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))), Scott Walker + Sunn O))).
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.