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 Paraguay and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 arpeggiator 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 Crooked Eye to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 U.S. Maple. All the underground hits.
All James White and The Blacks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Osbourne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Monks,
Josef K,
the Association,
Glenn Branca,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Banda Bassotti,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
F. McDonald,
New Age Steppers,
Quando Quango,
the Fania All-Stars,
Symarip,
Danielle Patucci,
Lebanon Hanover,
Scott Walker,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Yaz,
David Axelrod,
Laurel Aitken,
The Leaves,
Roger Hodgson,
Soulsonic Force,
Monolake,
Roxette,
Gang of Four,
Nils Olav,
a-ha,
Dawn Penn,
Gang Green,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Remains,
Pole,
Silicon Teens,
Arcadia,
Pere Ubu,
Wings,
Bill Wells,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Godley & Creme,
Hashim,
Maurizio,
Kerrie Biddell,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Drexciya,
Easy Going,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
UT,
Smog,
the Normal,
The Pretty Things,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lou Reed,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.