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 Albania and from Lagos.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 chamberlin 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 Accadde A 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 The Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All Radio Birdman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Anthony Braxton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Anakelly,
Bobby Sherman,
Trumans Water,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Black Pus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Porter Ricks,
Hardrive,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Amazonics,
Electric Prunes,
Kas Product,
China Crisis,
Rotary Connection,
Agent Orange,
The Fall,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
New Age Steppers,
the Association,
Drexciya,
Nils Olav,
Joey Negro,
Echospace,
Flipper,
Minny Pops,
Average White Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Pretty Things,
The Associates,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Aswad,
Tears for Fears,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Walker Brothers,
Janne Schatter,
June of 44,
Ralphi Rosario,
Peter and Kerry,
The Smiths,
Nation of Ulysses,
AZ,
The Gories,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Last Poets,
Fad Gadget,
Rites of Spring,
Banda Bassotti,
The Offenders,
Guru Guru,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Animal Collective,
Pantaleimon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.