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 Kazakhstan and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 The Divine Comedy to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Procol Harum. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lungfish,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Brand Nubian,
Moebius,
Rhythm & Sound,
Black Sheep,
Black Moon,
Roxy Music,
Fela Kuti,
Zapp,
Index,
Angry Samoans,
Depeche Mode,
Saccharine Trust,
Nation of Ulysses,
10cc,
The Music Machine,
Organ,
Absolute Body Control,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Gang Starr,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Metal Thangz,
Hashim,
Severed Heads,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Urselle,
Marmalade,
The Human League,
Sarah Menescal,
Dead Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Simply Red,
the Swans,
Althea and Donna,
Yusef Lateef,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ornette Coleman,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Spandau Ballet,
H. Thieme,
Ultimate Spinach,
DJ Style,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Gang Green,
Vladislav Delay,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Remains,
Crash Course in Science,
Al Stewart,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
The Tremeloes,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Skaos,
Jacques Brel,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.