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 United States and from Tokyo.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the funk 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 The Neon Judgement. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 linndrum and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Doobie Brothers,
Reuben Wilson,
Tomorrow,
Visage,
The Litter,
Eric B and Rakim,
Duran Duran,
Eric Copeland,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Birthday Party,
Cheater Slicks,
D'Angelo,
Symarip,
James White and The Blacks,
Skriet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Surgeon,
The Remains,
Jimmy McGriff,
Can,
Alison Limerick,
The Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
The Alarm Clocks,
Charles Mingus,
Arab on Radar,
OOIOO,
The Music Machine,
The Grass Roots,
Newcleus,
The Kinks,
Matthew Bourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Detroit Cobras,
John Holt,
Jacob Miller,
the Normal,
Echospace,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Sex Pistols,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nils Olav,
Tears for Fears,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
UT,
A Certain Ratio,
Bizarre Inc.,
Letta Mbulu,
Joensuu 1685,
Laurel Aitken,
Siglo XX,
Faraquet,
U.S. Maple,
Crime,
Drive Like Jehu,
Spoonie Gee,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.