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 Korea North and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Grass Roots to the rap 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Move record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Q65,
Monks,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Lalann,
Second Layer,
The Dave Clark Five,
Masters at Work,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Doors,
The Move,
Crispy Ambulance,
Rapeman,
Loose Ends,
Blake Baxter,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Colin Newman,
Lee Hazlewood,
Quadrant,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Idris Muhammad,
Godley & Creme,
Fad Gadget,
Maurizio,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
The Velvet Underground,
Judy Mowatt,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brand Nubian,
The Grass Roots,
The Vogues,
Television,
Stetsasonic,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Janne Schatter,
The Gories,
The Blackbyrds,
Ohio Players,
10cc,
The Buckinghams,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
New Order,
Trumans Water,
Brothers Johnson,
Jeru the Damaja,
John Cale,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeff Mills,
Black Flag,
Arab on Radar,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Curtis Mayfield,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Goldenarms,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Young Rascals,
The Smoke,
The Litter,
Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken, Laurel Aitken.
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.