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 Australia and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Barracudas to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minnie Riperton. All the underground hits.
All Sister Nancy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Panda Bear record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
K-Klass,
Rufus Thomas,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Doobie Brothers,
Graham Central Station,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Amon Düül II,
Monolake,
The Velvet Underground,
Juan Atkins,
Lungfish,
The Busters,
Janne Schatter,
KRS-One,
Slick Rick,
DJ Sneak,
Rekid,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bluetip,
Lou Christie,
Technova,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Matthew Halsall,
The Pretty Things,
Barrington Levy,
Young Marble Giants,
Donald Byrd,
The Fortunes,
Moss Icon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Flash Fearless,
The Cowsills,
Danielle Patucci,
Faraquet,
X-102,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Desert Stars,
DNA,
Nik Kershaw,
The Smoke,
Roxy Music,
The Blues Magoos,
Television,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
H. Thieme,
The Motions,
The Slackers,
Black Sheep,
Eurythmics,
The Offenders,
Adolescents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.