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 Liberia and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the snare 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 The Stooges to the crunk 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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Mark Hollis tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alice Coltrane 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Qualms,
Lou Christie,
Cecil Taylor,
Al Stewart,
Joensuu 1685,
Idris Muhammad,
The Gap Band,
David McCallum,
Freddie Wadling,
Warsaw,
Danielle Patucci,
The Moody Blues,
Lakeside,
Janne Schatter,
Aloha Tigers,
Connie Case,
The Fortunes,
Yellowson,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Anakelly,
DJ Sneak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brand Nubian,
Peter and Kerry,
Flipper,
Kas Product,
The Seeds,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
Outsiders,
Popol Vuh,
Ludus,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Cell,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Lindisfarne,
The Move,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Soft Machine,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Funkadelic,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
Underground Resistance,
Marmalade,
Jeff Mills,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The United States of America,
Urselle,
Rakim,
The Raincoats,
Barclay James Harvest,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Byrd,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Radiohead,
The Black Dice,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.