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 East Timor and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 mellotron 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 Moebius to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All It's A Beautiful Day tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barry Ungar,
Alice Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Intrusion,
Simply Red,
Patti Smith,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Eurythmics,
DJ Style,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deakin,
Neu!,
The Litter,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Zeros,
The Toasters,
Grauzone,
The Move,
DJ Sneak,
The Busters,
Brick,
Buzzcocks,
Talk Talk,
Lalann,
Scrapy,
Vladislav Delay,
Junior Murvin,
Country Teasers,
Ohio Players,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Lower 48,
Model 500,
Gabor Szabo,
the Bar-Kays,
Drive Like Jehu,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Cameo,
The Mummies,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Monochrome Set,
Maurizio,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Isaac Hayes,
Jacques Brel,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Scott Walker,
Lightning Bolt,
These Immortal Souls,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
The Pop Group,
Alison Limerick,
Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters, Crispian St. Peters.
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.