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 Tuvalu and from Lyon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 rhodes 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 Deadbeat to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blancmange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Sonics,
Schoolly D,
Bootsy Collins,
The Mojo Men,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Fall,
The Walker Brothers,
Hoover,
Mo-Dettes,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lucky Dragons,
Metal Thangz,
Lebanon Hanover,
Thompson Twins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Minutemen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Carl Craig,
The Blackbyrds,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kas Product,
Index,
The Cramps,
The Young Rascals,
Prince Buster,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
James White and The Blacks,
Malaria!,
Cheater Slicks,
Laurel Aitken,
Suburban Knight,
Jerry's Kids,
Tom Boy,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Mummies,
New York Dolls,
Infiniti,
Rosa Yemen,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Suicide,
Nick Fraelich,
Scientists,
the Soft Cell,
Patti Smith,
Bill Near,
Lindisfarne,
Scan 7,
John Coltrane,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
R.M.O.,
Funkadelic,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.