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 Eritrea and from Hong Kong.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the rock 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 Count Five. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Joe & The Fish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Pus,
Howard Jones,
Bush Tetras,
The Selecter,
Skarface,
The Last Poets,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
Girls At Our Best!,
Sight & Sound,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Searchers,
The Real Kids,
Scan 7,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Prince Buster,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Niagra,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Gories,
Colin Newman,
Alice Coltrane,
Negative Approach,
Matthew Halsall,
Boogie Down Productions,
a-ha,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Radio Birdman,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Oblivians,
Model 500,
June Days,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Roy Ayers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nico,
Oneida,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Mummies,
Tubeway Army,
Simply Red,
The Pretty Things,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bad Manners,
Bang On A Can,
Johnny Osbourne,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Todd Terry,
Newcleus,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Japan,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Robert Wyatt,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Dawn Penn,
Zero Boys,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.