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 Mali and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mad Mike to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Modern Lovers. All the underground hits.
All Soul Sonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lee Hazlewood,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kool Moe Dee,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Anakelly,
Mary Jane Girls,
Index,
Hoover,
Arthur Verocai,
Johnny Osbourne,
One Last Wish,
The Sonics,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Funkadelic,
Easy Going,
Bobby Sherman,
Junior Murvin,
Mark Hollis,
Urselle,
T. Rex,
Dawn Penn,
MDC,
Whodini,
Simply Red,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Slackers,
The Mummies,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Carl Craig,
The Barracudas,
Amon Düül II,
UT,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Marvin Gaye,
The New Christs,
David Axelrod,
Rufus Thomas,
Surgeon,
The Tremeloes,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lakeside,
Cameo,
Echospace,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Anthony Braxton,
Moss Icon,
The Residents,
Ituana,
Maurizio,
This Heat,
Jacob Miller,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Neon Judgement,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway, Donny Hathaway.
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.