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 Dominican Republic and from Spokane.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Jimmy McGriff to the punk 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 Divine Comedy. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Seeds,
The Selecter,
The Saints,
The Fall,
Technova,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lungfish,
Erykah Badu,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Trumans Water,
Lakeside,
The Wake,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Gang Starr,
Television,
The Searchers,
Glambeats Corp.,
Guru Guru,
Fad Gadget,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Count Five,
Neil Young,
The Smoke,
Ronan,
Khruangbin,
The Offenders,
Charles Mingus,
T.S.O.L.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Thompson Twins,
Depeche Mode,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lindisfarne,
Dennis Brown,
Iggy Pop,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Neon Judgement,
Heaven 17,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Soul II Soul,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Moleskins,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Birthday Party,
The Evens,
The Names,
Grandmaster Flash,
Banda Bassotti,
Prince Buster,
OOIOO,
Qualms,
Von Mondo,
Minutemen,
Black Sheep,
Grauzone,
Man Parrish,
Audionom,
Rhythm & Sound,
Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich, Nick Fraelich.
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.