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 Thailand and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 harpsichord 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 Marine Girls to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Freddie Wadling. All the underground hits.
All Althea and Donna tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Zeros record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Steve Hackett,
One Last Wish,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sex Pistols,
Motorama,
Connie Case,
The Black Dice,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Subhumans,
Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
Delta 5,
Flash Fearless,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Joensuu 1685,
Essential Logic,
Ronan,
Nirvana,
Deakin,
KRS-One,
The Tremeloes,
Minor Threat,
The Techniques,
The Cowsills,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Bananas,
Sun City Girls,
Hardrive,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Agitation Free,
Rotary Connection,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ohio Players,
The Smiths,
FM Einheit,
The Moody Blues,
Mo-Dettes,
Albert Ayler,
Camberwell Now,
the Association,
The Searchers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Sound Behaviour,
Lungfish,
Michelle Simonal,
Susan Cadogan,
Model 500,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
the Soft Cell,
The Doors,
The Five Americans,
Flipper,
Spandau Ballet,
Slick Rick,
Skarface,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Stockholm Monsters,
Graham Central Station,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.