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 the UAE and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Section 25 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harmonia record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Underground Resistance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Boz Scaggs,
Nirvana,
Ponytail,
Liliput,
The Last Poets,
The American Breed,
Colin Newman,
Flash Fearless,
Fad Gadget,
Skriet,
Marshall Jefferson,
Janne Schatter,
Ludus,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Dave Clark Five,
Siglo XX,
The Divine Comedy,
Buzzcocks,
The Monks,
Todd Rundgren,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Guru Guru,
Los Fastidios,
Rufus Thomas,
Ohio Players,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
The Misunderstood,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
The New Christs,
The Barracudas,
Bootsy Collins,
U.S. Maple,
The Move,
Scratch Acid,
Essential Logic,
Crispy Ambulance,
Bill Near,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Public Enemy,
The Electric Prunes,
Gastr Del Sol,
Scott Walker,
Anakelly,
The Sound,
Ten City,
The Sonics,
Darondo,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Aaron Thompson,
Ossler,
Easy Going,
Cymande,
Echospace,
Au Pairs,
Eden Ahbez,
Goldenarms,
Henry Cow,
The Skatalites,
Ronnie Foster,
CMW, CMW, CMW, CMW.
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.