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 Palau and from Manila.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Interpol to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flash Fearless. All the underground hits.
All Stiv Bators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Unrelated Segments record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 spring reverb and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Absolute Body Control record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Michelle Simonal,
Sugar Minott,
Bootsy Collins,
Agitation Free,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Gang of Four,
K-Klass,
Vladislav Delay,
The Barracudas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Scientists,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Iggy Pop,
Second Layer,
Juan Atkins,
Agent Orange,
The Misunderstood,
D'Angelo,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mummies,
Gerry Rafferty,
Brass Construction,
the Human League,
MDC,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Pylon,
Tubeway Army,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Fall,
Marmalade,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Monks,
Piero Umiliani,
Godley & Creme,
Andrew Hill,
Scratch Acid,
Blake Baxter,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland,
Jimmy McGriff,
The J.B.'s,
Gang Green,
Dark Day,
FM Einheit,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Wells,
The Stooges,
T. Rex,
Joe Smooth,
Blancmange,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Sonics,
Lungfish,
The Mighty Diamonds,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Big Daddy Kane,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.