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 Tanzania and from Delhi.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 marimba 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 Chris Corsano to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fuzztones. All the underground hits.
All Zapp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Big Daddy Kane record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alice Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
David Bowie,
The Mojo Men,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Schoolly D,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pussy Galore,
Gang Green,
Banda Bassotti,
The Standells,
Scientists,
Country Teasers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Tomorrow,
L. Decosne,
Magma,
D'Angelo,
The Misunderstood,
Neu!,
Johnny Osbourne,
Depeche Mode,
The Sonics,
Saccharine Trust,
The Young Rascals,
Boogie Down Productions,
Reagan Youth,
Warsaw,
Rotary Connection,
Silicon Teens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gregory Isaacs,
Lou Reed,
The Fugs,
Fatback Band,
Barrington Levy,
Wings,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Henry Cow,
the Soft Cell,
Joyce Sims,
Can,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
Crooked Eye,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sonic Youth,
Todd Terry,
Crime,
Chrome,
Mr. Review,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Average White Band,
Sex Pistols,
Flash Fearless,
Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics, Amazonics.
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.