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 Taiwan and from Hong Kong.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 The Saints to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Steve Hackett. All the underground hits.
All The Tremeloes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Monochrome Set record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 808 and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agent Orange,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Thompson Twins,
The Selecter,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Television Personalities,
E-Dancer,
Boz Scaggs,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Crispy Ambulance,
Crooked Eye,
Tears for Fears,
David Bowie,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Negative Approach,
Skaos,
Anakelly,
X-101,
Gregory Isaacs,
Bad Manners,
Talk Talk,
Kool Moe Dee,
Lakeside,
R.M.O.,
Todd Terry,
The Gap Band,
Slick Rick,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Clear Light,
The Five Americans,
John Cale,
Ossler,
Angry Samoans,
Erasure,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül II,
FM Einheit,
Zapp,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scott Walker,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
Unrelated Segments,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Smiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Blake Baxter,
Danielle Patucci,
10cc,
Rapeman,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Funky Four + One,
Wings,
Interpol,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes, Mo-Dettes.
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.