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 Estonia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 oboe 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 The Sound to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Real Kids. All the underground hits.
All Rapeman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Absolute Body Control,
Lyres,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Agent Orange,
D'Angelo,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Stockholm Monsters,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fear,
Jacques Brel,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Lakeside,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Metal Thangz,
The J.B.'s,
Guru Guru,
Minutemen,
Tom Boy,
Nils Olav,
Quantec,
Kool Moe Dee,
Radiopuhelimet,
Roxy Music,
Derrick Morgan,
Circle Jerks,
Young Marble Giants,
Freddie Wadling,
Glenn Branca,
Lebanon Hanover,
Popol Vuh,
Toni Rubio,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Infiniti,
Magma,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Morten Harket,
Marcia Griffiths,
Neil Young,
Marvin Gaye,
AZ,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monochrome Set,
The Beau Brummels,
Lee Hazlewood,
Pharoah Sanders,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
David Axelrod,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eve St. Jones,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Real Kids,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Echospace,
X-102,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C, The Dead C.
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.