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 Benin and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 rhodes 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 Hardrive to the electroclash kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bronski Beat. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magma,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
The Golliwogs,
Ralphi Rosario,
Radiohead,
Youth Brigade,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
The American Breed,
Ronan,
Procol Harum,
Roxette,
The Dead C,
Yusef Lateef,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scan 7,
Andrew Hill,
Electric Prunes,
Robert Hood,
Joensuu 1685,
Bang On A Can,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Robert Wyatt,
Cecil Taylor,
Groovy Waters,
DNA,
Kaleidoscope,
The Neon Judgement,
Guru Guru,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The Slits,
Cluster,
Eric Copeland,
Au Pairs,
Public Enemy,
Bad Manners,
Rotary Connection,
Lakeside,
The Vogues,
Joyce Sims,
Half Japanese,
MDC,
Dorothy Ashby,
Skaos,
Smog,
Unrelated Segments,
Sonny Sharrock,
Eden Ahbez,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Patti Smith,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Offenders,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Arcadia,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Star Department,
The Kinks,
Letta Mbulu,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.