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 Bhutan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 Sao Paulo and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 T. Rex to the rock 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kings Of Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a snare 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 theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Alice Coltrane,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Eddi Front,
Rufus Thomas,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dave Gahan,
Charles Mingus,
A Certain Ratio,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New York Dolls,
Guru Guru,
Depeche Mode,
Nation of Ulysses,
Clear Light,
Roy Ayers,
Wings,
Susan Cadogan,
The Wake,
Ornette Coleman,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lou Christie,
The Blackbyrds,
Yellowson,
Drexciya,
Theoretical Girls,
The Knickerbockers,
Aaron Thompson,
EPMD,
Easy Going,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker,
Pharoah Sanders,
Funky Four + One,
Pulsallama,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Index,
Minny Pops,
The Gap Band,
Minutemen,
Metal Thangz,
Con Funk Shun,
The Last Poets,
Rod Modell,
the Germs,
Bizarre Inc.,
China Crisis,
Sällskapet,
The Skatalites,
Agitation Free,
Archie Shepp,
The Motions,
Monks,
Ten City,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Mars,
Man Parrish,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.