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 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 Japan to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Associates,
Malaria!,
Isaac Hayes,
Steve Hackett,
PIL,
John Holt,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Black Dice,
Jeru the Damaja,
Black Moon,
The Human League,
the Slits,
Loose Ends,
Desert Stars,
The Velvet Underground,
Yellowson,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Scan 7,
The Mummies,
Archie Shepp,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The United States of America,
Fluxion,
Agitation Free,
Intrusion,
Soft Cell,
Monks,
Grandmaster Flash,
Pharoah Sanders,
Aural Exciters,
Bill Wells,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Red Krayola,
The Move,
Ten City,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Public Image Ltd.,
Vainqueur,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Marmalade,
Joe Finger,
Metal Thangz,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gabor Szabo,
The Remains,
The Beau Brummels,
10cc,
Todd Terry,
Sun City Girls,
Jerry's Kids,
Siglo XX,
Lungfish,
Kayak,
Fat Boys,
Barclay James Harvest,
Warsaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Heaven 17,
Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell, Rod Modell.
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.