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 Benin and from Mumbai.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
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 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 Kaleidoscope to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Fortunes. All the underground hits.
All Dual Sessions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Vogues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Mojo Men,
Agitation Free,
The Sonics,
Desert Stars,
Yusef Lateef,
Kayak,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Donald Byrd,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners,
Fatback Band,
Toni Rubio,
The Techniques,
Das Ding,
Newcleus,
The Associates,
Chris & Cosey,
The Standells,
Neil Young,
Echospace,
Arcadia,
Ludus,
Japan,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mission of Burma,
Thee Headcoats,
the Swans,
Eddi Front,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
The Neon Judgement,
Lower 48,
Agent Orange,
Au Pairs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Black Flag,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bobby Sherman,
Godley & Creme,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Talk Talk,
Circle Jerks,
the Normal,
The Trojans,
L. Decosne,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Modern Lovers,
A Certain Ratio,
The Angels of Light,
Siglo XX,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7, Scan 7.
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.