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 Mali and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 marimba 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 New York Dolls to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Supertramp tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Joe & The Fish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kerrie Biddell,
Hot Snakes,
The Modern Lovers,
Average White Band,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABC,
a-ha,
Spoonie Gee,
New Order,
Freddie Wadling,
Brick,
Morten Harket,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
AZ,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Grauzone,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Man Parrish,
Alton Ellis,
Letta Mbulu,
The Count Five,
The Dead C,
X-101,
Alice Coltrane,
The Raincoats,
The Grass Roots,
Symarip,
Blancmange,
Fifty Foot Hose,
the Fania All-Stars,
Soft Cell,
Yellowson,
Metal Thangz,
Khruangbin,
the Normal,
The Victims,
Aaron Thompson,
Ken Boothe,
Michelle Simonal,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Slick Rick,
Harry Pussy,
L. Decosne,
Harmonia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lou Christie,
Bill Near,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Fear,
Sun City Girls,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Mummies,
Clear Light,
Flamin' Groovies,
Derrick May,
Audionom, Audionom, Audionom, Audionom.
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.