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 Burundi and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 sitar 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 Rufus Thomas to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lungfish. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Vainqueur,
Agitation Free,
Make Up,
Carl Craig,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Moleskins,
AZ,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Neon Judgement,
Barry Ungar,
MC5,
The Gories,
Alice Coltrane,
The Vogues,
Yusef Lateef,
Aural Exciters,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scrapy,
The Dead C,
Marvin Gaye,
The Birthday Party,
John Lydon,
Nils Olav,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
June Days,
Gang of Four,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Public Enemy,
Bauhaus,
Japan,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Arcadia,
Lucky Dragons,
Zero Boys,
The Blues Magoos,
The Busters,
Rhythm & Sound,
Second Layer,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Outsiders,
Graham Central Station,
The American Breed,
Ken Boothe,
L. Decosne,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Beau Brummels,
Josef K,
Fatback Band,
Ralphi Rosario,
Scratch Acid,
Desert Stars,
Dead Boys,
Matthew Bourne,
Bad Manners,
Lee Hazlewood,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Audionom,
Bob Dylan,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.