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 Cambodia and from Madrid.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 at the first Suicide 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 Talk Talk to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Cowsills record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Alison Limerick,
Rosa Yemen,
Crooked Eye,
The J.B.'s,
Simply Red,
Tears for Fears,
Basic Channel,
Scientists,
Main Source,
Godley & Creme,
Brick,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
The Sonics,
Swans,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Slave,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
Al Stewart,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Eric Copeland,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Hot Snakes,
Agitation Free,
Sällskapet,
Harry Pussy,
Magazine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Zapp,
Loose Ends,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Half Japanese,
Echospace,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Fugs,
A Certain Ratio,
Scott Walker,
Drive Like Jehu,
Todd Terry,
Malaria!,
Warren Ellis,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gil Scott Heron,
Anthony Braxton,
Radiopuhelimet,
Amon Düül,
The Fuzztones,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
June of 44,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
X-Ray Spex,
Jacob Miller,
Technova, Technova, Technova, Technova.
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.