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 Eritrea and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Radiohead to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All The Real Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Negative Approach record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Isaac Hayes,
Bobby Sherman,
Japan,
David Axelrod,
Kayak,
Radiopuhelimet,
Man Parrish,
The Move,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Peter & Gordon,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ronnie Foster,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Shoche,
Boredoms,
Sister Nancy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Morten Harket,
Fela Kuti,
Spandau Ballet,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Reuben Wilson,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Camberwell Now,
Joy Division,
Mad Mike,
Moby Grape,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lower 48,
PIL,
Barry Ungar,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crooked Eye,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Pulsallama,
Al Stewart,
Warsaw,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
Suicide,
ABC,
Procol Harum,
Drexciya,
Dual Sessions,
Boz Scaggs,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
New York Dolls,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Eve St. Jones,
Gichy Dan,
Lakeside,
Sam Rivers,
Laurel Aitken,
D'Angelo,
Nico,
Idris Muhammad,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.