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 Guinea-Bissau and from New York.
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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 This Heat to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Move. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mantronix record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Motorama,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Quando Quango,
Kerrie Biddell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Blancmange,
Y Pants,
A Flock of Seagulls,
MC5,
FM Einheit,
The Tremeloes,
Quantec,
Yazoo,
Stetsasonic,
Sällskapet,
Brand Nubian,
Crime,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Qualms,
T. Rex,
Black Pus,
The Associates,
Lee Hazlewood,
Rhythm & Sound,
Electric Prunes,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Durutti Column,
The Misunderstood,
Bill Near,
LL Cool J,
Ohio Players,
D'Angelo,
Minor Threat,
Newcleus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zero Boys,
The Pop Group,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Searchers,
James White and The Blacks,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Black Moon,
Scion,
The Red Krayola,
The Victims,
Arab on Radar,
Boz Scaggs,
Fluxion,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Babytalk,
Warren Ellis,
Harpers Bizarre,
Dorothy Ashby,
R.M.O.,
ABC,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pagans,
The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters, The Flesh Eaters.
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.