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 Mongolia and from Cairo.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Lalo Schifrin to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Grass Roots 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Misunderstood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Colin Newman,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Golliwogs,
Alice Coltrane,
David Axelrod,
Average White Band,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
The J.B.'s,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Minutemen,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonny Sharrock,
Television,
Surgeon,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Technova,
X-Ray Spex,
The Gap Band,
Joey Negro,
Erykah Badu,
Camberwell Now,
Stetsasonic,
Cameo,
Arthur Verocai,
Banda Bassotti,
Flamin' Groovies,
Freddie Wadling,
Idris Muhammad,
Peter and Kerry,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Lucky Dragons,
Magma,
Cecil Taylor,
Scratch Acid,
Second Layer,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fluxion,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Flipper,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Cowsills,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Reuben Wilson,
Hardrive,
The Mummies,
Terry Callier,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Brand Nubian,
Chrome,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
Visage,
Prince Buster,
Massinfluence,
Connie Case,
Pere Ubu,
Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez, Eden Ahbez.
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.