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 Guinea and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Ornette Coleman to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Teenage Jesus and the Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heavy D & The Boyz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jimmy McGriff record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Moon,
Excepter,
the Human League,
Delta 5,
Eli Mardock,
48th St. Collective,
Thee Headcoats,
Aural Exciters,
The Black Dice,
The Detroit Cobras,
Television,
Morten Harket,
Pere Ubu,
Tim Buckley,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Sherman,
Grauzone,
Panda Bear,
Pharoah Sanders,
FM Einheit,
Lou Christie,
Freddie Wadling,
Gerry Rafferty,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Ken Boothe,
Bizarre Inc.,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Alton Ellis,
June Days,
Mr. Review,
the Germs,
Neu!,
The Evens,
Easy Going,
Dorothy Ashby,
Second Layer,
Mad Mike,
Can,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Dead C,
Crash Course in Science,
Monolake,
Inner City,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Pantytec,
Johnny Clarke,
Blossom Toes,
The Selecter,
Bootsy Collins,
Intrusion,
Sandy B,
The Smiths,
The Golliwogs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Shuggie Otis,
Technova,
The Cramps,
Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead, Radiohead.
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.