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 Gabon and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 marimba 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 Radiopuhelimet to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lafayette Afro Rock Band. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sister Nancy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skaos,
The Invisible,
the Germs,
The United States of America,
Pere Ubu,
Joensuu 1685,
Massinfluence,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Graham Central Station,
Ituana,
Porter Ricks,
Minutemen,
The Sonics,
T. Rex,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Johnny Osbourne,
Duran Duran,
Liliput,
The Electric Prunes,
Roxette,
Lee Hazlewood,
Marcia Griffiths,
Glenn Branca,
Radio Birdman,
Bad Manners,
Little Man,
Ludus,
Erykah Badu,
Nik Kershaw,
David Bowie,
JFA,
The Fire Engines,
Nation of Ulysses,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jimmy McGriff,
Dual Sessions,
The Gap Band,
The Martian,
The New Christs,
H. Thieme,
The Blues Magoos,
The Buckinghams,
Robert Hood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Bauhaus,
Au Pairs,
Deepchord,
Colin Newman,
Dawn Penn,
Tears for Fears,
Rhythm & Sound,
T.S.O.L.,
Con Funk Shun,
Outsiders,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Gerry Rafferty,
Sällskapet,
Eve St. Jones,
Kerri Chandler,
Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté, Ultra Naté.
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.