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 Guatemala and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Ituana to the rock 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 Grass Roots. All the underground hits.
All The Move tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front 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 clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The New Christs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Ronan,
Fear,
Gong,
The Searchers,
Bush Tetras,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Barracudas,
Bizarre Inc.,
Slave,
Agent Orange,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Scott Walker,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lou Christie,
Stockholm Monsters,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Television Personalities,
Girls At Our Best!,
Tears for Fears,
KRS-One,
Bobby Womack,
Tom Boy,
Robert Wyatt,
The Blackbyrds,
Gang of Four,
Babytalk,
Brothers Johnson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Subhumans,
Animal Collective,
Eve St. Jones,
Howard Jones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Rhythm & Sound,
Tubeway Army,
Index,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Gang Green,
Godley & Creme,
Eurythmics,
The Stooges,
Roxette,
Easy Going,
Reagan Youth,
Clear Light,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Leonard Cohen,
Sparks,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Arcadia,
Metal Thangz,
Kenny Larkin,
Pierre Henry,
Michelle Simonal,
Soft Machine,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.