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 Japan and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 The Real Kids to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Peter and Kerry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
The Offenders,
Moby Grape,
the Association,
Grey Daturas,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
AZ,
Altered Images,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Smoke,
Boz Scaggs,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Scratch Acid,
Qualms,
Flipper,
The Victims,
Connie Case,
Matthew Bourne,
Lightning Bolt,
Duran Duran,
Matthew Halsall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Drexciya,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Popol Vuh,
Neil Young,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Joe Smooth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Desert Stars,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Spandau Ballet,
Yellowson,
Bauhaus,
Funky Four + One,
Freddie Wadling,
Rekid,
John Lydon,
Dorothy Ashby,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Little Man,
Camberwell Now,
The Fuzztones,
The Golliwogs,
Peter & Gordon,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Flash Fearless,
Lungfish,
Joy Division,
Ralphi Rosario,
Robert Wyatt,
Radiohead,
June Days,
Erasure,
Whodini, Whodini, Whodini, Whodini.
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.