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 Libya and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Nile Rodgers 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 Connie Case to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Lakeside. All the underground hits.
All Porter Ricks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quantec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Althea and Donna,
Rekid,
Robert Wyatt,
Whodini,
Deadbeat,
Bootsy Collins,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
Marc Almond,
New Order,
The Trojans,
Arab on Radar,
Prince Buster,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Jesper Dahlback,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eric Dolphy,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Tom Boy,
Funkadelic,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Amon Düül II,
Bizarre Inc.,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
Cecil Taylor,
The Pretty Things,
Connie Case,
Bad Manners,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amazonics,
Soft Cell,
Fat Boys,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Rufus Thomas,
Bill Near,
June Days,
Marine Girls,
Procol Harum,
Livin' Joy,
Faraquet,
Royal Trux,
Interpol,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Rites of Spring,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Leaves,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quando Quango,
Crime,
Brass Construction,
The Saints,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Alton Ellis,
The Smoke,
The Music Machine,
Al Stewart,
Robert Hood,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
ABBA,
Aaron Thompson,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics, The Sonics.
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.