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 Laos and from Columbus.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Donald Fagen 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 Archie Shepp to the crunk 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 World's Most. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marmalade,
The Cramps,
Little Man,
Aural Exciters,
Country Teasers,
David Bowie,
Loose Ends,
Ten City,
Peter & Gordon,
Curtis Mayfield,
Arcadia,
Kenny Larkin,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sun City Girls,
Rod Modell,
Derrick Morgan,
The Move,
Hoover,
Suburban Knight,
Con Funk Shun,
Altered Images,
Sugar Minott,
Gang Gang Dance,
CMW,
Supertramp,
Gang Green,
The Index,
Terrestrial Tones,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Laurel Aitken,
Cybotron,
Marshall Jefferson,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Christie,
The New Christs,
D'Angelo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Standells,
Idris Muhammad,
Chris Corsano,
Parry Music,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Clear Light,
Second Layer,
UT,
Popol Vuh,
Flash Fearless,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brass Construction,
Gerry Rafferty,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Half Japanese,
Los Fastidios,
Talk Talk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Wake,
Technova,
New York Dolls,
The Walker Brothers,
Prince Buster,
Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim, Eric B and Rakim.
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.