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 Benin and from Hong Kong.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 linndrum 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 Grauzone to the dance 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 Half Japanese. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every K-Klass record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül II record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Magazine,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Eden Ahbez,
The Standells,
Nick Fraelich,
Aloha Tigers,
In Retrospect,
The Angels of Light,
Marmalade,
The Remains,
The Names,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Television,
The Detroit Cobras,
Radiohead,
Sonic Youth,
Toni Rubio,
Procol Harum,
Jeff Mills,
Metal Thangz,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Sugar Minott,
The Seeds,
Joe Finger,
Sam Rivers,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Barrington Levy,
T. Rex,
Ultra Naté,
David McCallum,
Ronan,
Supertramp,
DJ Style,
Andrew Hill,
Liliput,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
Bush Tetras,
Yusef Lateef,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Kool Moe Dee,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Blues Magoos,
Minny Pops,
Johnny Clarke,
Section 25,
The Barracudas,
New Age Steppers,
L. Decosne,
Nirvana,
The Doobie Brothers,
Slick Rick,
Mantronix,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
Sällskapet,
Aaron Thompson,
Eric Dolphy,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.