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 Sweden and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
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 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 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 Thee Headcoats to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Television,
Arab on Radar,
Motorama,
Yusef Lateef,
Soft Machine,
Public Image Ltd.,
Hashim,
The Fugs,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Marshall Jefferson,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
Loose Ends,
The Golliwogs,
Smog,
PIL,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Delta 5,
Davy DMX,
Stiv Bators,
Youth Brigade,
Girls At Our Best!,
Rosa Yemen,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Quantec,
Sonic Youth,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Skarface,
Rod Modell,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Roger Hodgson,
Lucky Dragons,
Dorothy Ashby,
Ludus,
Khruangbin,
Erykah Badu,
Average White Band,
Mandrill,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Martian,
Marvin Gaye,
Lalo Schifrin,
Livin' Joy,
Angry Samoans,
the Sonics,
T. Rex,
10cc,
The Zeros,
John Cale,
Depeche Mode,
Cheater Slicks,
Half Japanese,
Ralphi Rosario,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Eurythmics,
Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack, Bobby Womack.
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.