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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the 808 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 Television to the funk 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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Eric Copeland tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pulsallama,
Oblivians,
Underground Resistance,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
The Toasters,
Pole,
Q and Not U,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Michelle Simonal,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joe Finger,
Desert Stars,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Franke,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Gun Club,
Mark Hollis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
David McCallum,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Gang Gang Dance,
Peter & Gordon,
Pharoah Sanders,
This Heat,
The United States of America,
Second Layer,
Saccharine Trust,
Sex Pistols,
Johnny Osbourne,
Carl Craig,
the Slits,
The Five Americans,
Fluxion,
the Fania All-Stars,
The Residents,
Radiohead,
Iggy Pop,
Clear Light,
Anthony Braxton,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Infiniti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sandy B,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Quando Quango,
Maleditus Sound,
The Music Machine,
Negative Approach,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Cluster,
Amon Düül II,
PIL,
Pantytec,
Moby Grape,
Surgeon,
Talk Talk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.