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 Turkmenistan and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 spring reverb 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 Man Parrish to the crunk 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 Wake. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Isaac Hayes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nils Olav record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Motions,
Pere Ubu,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
Pylon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Ken Boothe,
Sun Ra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pulsallama,
Yusef Lateef,
Marine Girls,
Television,
The Star Department,
Toni Rubio,
Jacob Miller,
The Blackbyrds,
Saccharine Trust,
Dead Boys,
Surgeon,
Urselle,
Anakelly,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Girls At Our Best!,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Moby Grape,
FM Einheit,
The Durutti Column,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Accadde A,
The Kinks,
Marvin Gaye,
Technova,
This Heat,
Carl Craig,
Nation of Ulysses,
Mandrill,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Rotary Connection,
Roxette,
The Red Krayola,
Stereo Dub,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Names,
Freddie Wadling,
Bobby Sherman,
Jerry's Kids,
Easy Going,
Massinfluence,
Brothers Johnson,
Joe Finger,
The Doors,
Livin' Joy,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Ronan,
The Mummies,
Agitation Free,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
ABC,
Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station, Graham Central Station.
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.