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 Albania and from Manchester.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Yazoo to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Bootsy Collins. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultravox record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Piero Umiliani record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Leonard Cohen,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Stetsasonic,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Crooked Eye,
Los Fastidios,
Marshall Jefferson,
Aural Exciters,
Cheater Slicks,
Sixth Finger,
The Fall,
Basic Channel,
Scan 7,
Rapeman,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Soul II Soul,
Dorothy Ashby,
Andrew Hill,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
These Immortal Souls,
New Age Steppers,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Eric B and Rakim,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Techniques,
Little Man,
Faraquet,
Lou Christie,
Moebius,
La Düsseldorf,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Count Five,
Smog,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Godley & Creme,
Buzzcocks,
Deakin,
Fela Kuti,
Schoolly D,
The J.B.'s,
Sly & The Family Stone,
China Crisis,
Chris & Cosey,
Grauzone,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Porter Ricks,
Ken Boothe,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Joe Finger,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Supertramp,
Prince Buster,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.