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 Egypt and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 The Electric Prunes to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 F. McDonald. All the underground hits.
All The Cramps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cameo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
June Days,
Quantec,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Steve Hackett,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eurythmics,
Kevin Saunderson,
Subhumans,
the Human League,
Sandy B,
Joyce Sims,
John Holt,
Hashim,
Slick Rick,
Scott Walker,
Swell Maps,
Masters at Work,
Sun City Girls,
Colin Newman,
Make Up,
Pere Ubu,
Rod Modell,
Carl Craig,
The Trojans,
Chris Corsano,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Sound,
10cc,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lucky Dragons,
U.S. Maple,
David Bowie,
Boredoms,
MDC,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Amazonics,
Isaac Hayes,
CMW,
Minutemen,
Wolf Eyes,
Todd Terry,
Bob Dylan,
Donny Hathaway,
Glambeats Corp.,
Archie Shepp,
Shoche,
The Vogues,
Chris & Cosey,
Zapp,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Unrelated Segments,
Pole,
New Order,
Juan Atkins,
Joe Smooth,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.