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 Madagascar and from Bologna.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 Spoonie Gee to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Dice. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crash Course in Science record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Chrome record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Don Cherry,
Outsiders,
These Immortal Souls,
Agent Orange,
Swell Maps,
The Evens,
Deadbeat,
Altered Images,
Stiv Bators,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Standells,
Deepchord,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Au Pairs,
Drexciya,
Pere Ubu,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Banda Bassotti,
The Alarm Clocks,
Vladislav Delay,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
DNA,
L. Decosne,
Radio Birdman,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Fugs,
Carl Craig,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
DJ Sneak,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Theoretical Girls,
Gang Starr,
Smog,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Monks,
Inner City,
Avey Tare,
Alison Limerick,
Mark Hollis,
Dennis Brown,
Talk Talk,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Bush Tetras,
the Soft Cell,
Fluxion,
Black Flag,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The American Breed,
Barclay James Harvest,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Motorama,
Gerry Rafferty,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sandy B,
Mission of Burma,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band, Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band.
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.