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 Jordan and from Columbus.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 The Tremeloes to the crunk 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family. All the underground hits.
All Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros 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 a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Almond record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
Rufus Thomas,
Technova,
Tim Buckley,
The Shadows of Knight,
Letta Mbulu,
Funkadelic,
A Certain Ratio,
Sparks,
Excepter,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Marmalade,
The Tremeloes,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blossom Toes,
Alton Ellis,
The Toasters,
One Last Wish,
Popol Vuh,
Ossler,
The Electric Prunes,
The Fortunes,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rod Modell,
Rekid,
China Crisis,
Pantaleimon,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Monks,
Stiv Bators,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Chris & Cosey,
Cal Tjader,
Second Layer,
Piero Umiliani,
The Blues Magoos,
Roger Hodgson,
T.S.O.L.,
Kevin Saunderson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Neu!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Flag,
The Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Erasure,
KRS-One,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Invisible,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Aural Exciters,
The Monochrome Set,
The Real Kids,
The Knickerbockers,
Massinfluence,
David Bowie,
Big Daddy Kane,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.