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 Ivory Coast and from Copenhagen.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Robert Hood to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Guru Guru. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Beau Brummels,
The Neon Judgement,
Flipper,
Grauzone,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Main Source,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker,
Eddi Front,
Television Personalities,
Brass Construction,
a-ha,
Angry Samoans,
Jacob Miller,
The Knickerbockers,
Stetsasonic,
The Blackbyrds,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Leaves,
Girls At Our Best!,
Saccharine Trust,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Graham Central Station,
Pere Ubu,
Isaac Hayes,
A Certain Ratio,
Khruangbin,
Bobbi Humphrey,
FM Einheit,
Josef K,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Ohio Players,
Blancmange,
Mary Jane Girls,
Erykah Badu,
Minor Threat,
Bobby Womack,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
The Remains,
Absolute Body Control,
Colin Newman,
Average White Band,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kayak,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Can,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Tres Demented,
Nation of Ulysses,
Quando Quango,
Dead Boys,
Sugar Minott,
Don Cherry,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.