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 Iran and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Mr. Review to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Dave Gahan tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Desert Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb 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 linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tropical Tobacco,
Yellowson,
This Heat,
Blake Baxter,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
ABC,
New Age Steppers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Subhumans,
Yaz,
the Slits,
Sugar Minott,
Laurel Aitken,
Parry Music,
The United States of America,
Rod Modell,
Delta 5,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Sam Rivers,
Hashim,
Circle Jerks,
MC5,
The Grass Roots,
Eric B and Rakim,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Cybotron,
Suburban Knight,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Misunderstood,
Quadrant,
Soulsonic Force,
Ludus,
Marine Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Essential Logic,
Brick,
Basic Channel,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
Black Flag,
Nils Olav,
Sällskapet,
Faraquet,
Metal Thangz,
Yusef Lateef,
Bootsy Collins,
The Blues Magoos,
Arthur Verocai,
Cal Tjader,
Thee Headcoats,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.