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 Nigeria and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Chrome 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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Byrd tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Buzzcocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultra Naté,
Janne Schatter,
Susan Cadogan,
The Mojo Men,
Wally Richardson,
The Searchers,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Neu!,
The Selecter,
Khruangbin,
Colin Newman,
Fatback Band,
Man Parrish,
Smog,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Aswad,
Isaac Hayes,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Andrew Hill,
Dave Gahan,
Tomorrow,
Agent Orange,
The Star Department,
Monks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Cal Tjader,
Gastr Del Sol,
Sarah Menescal,
Y Pants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang Gang Dance,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fela Kuti,
DJ Sneak,
The Alarm Clocks,
Desert Stars,
Fluxion,
Eli Mardock,
La Düsseldorf,
Deakin,
Crooked Eye,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Easy Going,
E-Dancer,
Quadrant,
Bobby Sherman,
Visage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Deepchord,
Tears for Fears,
Rakim,
Albert Ayler,
The Toasters,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments, Unrelated Segments.
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.