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 Cuba and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 chamberlin 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 Alphaville to the disco 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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every T. Rex record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 theremin and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brand Nubian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
10cc,
Bill Near,
The Offenders,
Vladislav Delay,
Television Personalities,
Organ,
Subhumans,
John Cale,
Cal Tjader,
Procol Harum,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Erasure,
Marcia Griffiths,
Symarip,
The Victims,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Leaves,
Popol Vuh,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Rites of Spring,
Guru Guru,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Freddie Wadling,
Todd Terry,
John Holt,
The Stooges,
Cymande,
Adolescents,
Kaleidoscope,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Average White Band,
MC5,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Fugazi,
Mission of Burma,
Lyres,
Rakim,
Qualms,
Barry Ungar,
Harry Pussy,
Pantytec,
David Axelrod,
Man Eating Sloth,
One Last Wish,
Sex Pistols,
Matthew Bourne,
T. Rex,
cv313,
Ultra Naté,
The Saints,
Deadbeat,
the Normal,
Agitation Free,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.