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 Equatorial Guinea and from Accra.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 harpsichord 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 Pussy Galore to the rap 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All Groovy Waters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Aaron Thompson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deakin,
The Slackers,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Laurel Aitken,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Barclay James Harvest,
Maurizio,
Frankie Knuckles,
10cc,
Joyce Sims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Brothers Johnson,
The Blues Magoos,
Symarip,
The Misunderstood,
Scientists,
Cabaret Voltaire,
In Retrospect,
a-ha,
Stockholm Monsters,
Ten City,
Monks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Toasters,
Babytalk,
Jawbox,
The Count Five,
Livin' Joy,
Charles Mingus,
Stiv Bators,
Magazine,
F. McDonald,
the Soft Cell,
H. Thieme,
The Stooges,
Cal Tjader,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Lou Reed,
Davy DMX,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
48th St. Collective,
Zapp,
Basic Channel,
Lightning Bolt,
Easy Going,
Godley & Creme,
The Fugs,
The Vogues,
The Evens,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.