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 Guyana and from Philadelphia.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Crispy Ambulance to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Con Funk Shun. All the underground hits.
All New Age Steppers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angels of Light & Akron/Family record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Siglo XX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Bananas,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Mark Hollis,
T. Rex,
Glambeats Corp.,
Matthew Bourne,
Roxette,
Blancmange,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Banda Bassotti,
Aswad,
Tres Demented,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joy Division,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arthur Verocai,
Unwound,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Leonard Cohen,
Kerri Chandler,
Mo-Dettes,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Knickerbockers,
Hasil Adkins,
Malaria!,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gang Green,
Bill Wells,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Suburban Knight,
The Grass Roots,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jacob Miller,
Anakelly,
Mission of Burma,
Robert Wyatt,
Freddie Wadling,
The Kinks,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Terrestrial Tones,
Lower 48,
Dennis Brown,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Surgeon,
Visage,
Cheater Slicks,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Circle Jerks,
Soulsonic Force,
Pantaleimon,
Bluetip,
The Dirtbombs,
The Modern Lovers,
Ossler,
Black Moon,
Sällskapet,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Severed Heads,
Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near, Bill Near.
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.