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 Sudan and from London.
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 1960 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 guitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Whodini to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quando Quango 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 clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
The Walker Brothers,
Soulsonic Force,
The Slits,
Circle Jerks,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Joensuu 1685,
Ken Boothe,
Piero Umiliani,
Graham Central Station,
Chrome,
Flipper,
Young Marble Giants,
Brand Nubian,
Eric Dolphy,
The Standells,
Rakim,
Animal Collective,
Suburban Knight,
The Music Machine,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Mandrill,
Grandmaster Flash,
Rapeman,
Joey Negro,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
Minny Pops,
The Toasters,
Gregory Isaacs,
Peter and Kerry,
The Move,
Can,
Excepter,
Gang of Four,
Jacob Miller,
Motorama,
Stereo Dub,
Pere Ubu,
Eve St. Jones,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Underground Resistance,
The Gories,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Glambeats Corp.,
Malaria!,
The Moleskins,
Technova,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Barclay James Harvest,
Unrelated Segments,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kurtis Blow,
Magazine,
Bobby Womack,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
New Age Steppers,
Bill Near,
The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department, The Star Department.
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.