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 Venezuela and from Hong Kong.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Faraquet to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Buckinghams. All the underground hits.
All Alison Limerick tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rhythm & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Malaria!,
U.S. Maple,
Amon Düül,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Flipper,
Erasure,
Arthur Verocai,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Motorama,
Model 500,
Fear,
Clear Light,
Brass Construction,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Happenings,
Ossler,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
Von Mondo,
Crooked Eye,
Faraquet,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
the Bar-Kays,
The Doobie Brothers,
David Bowie,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Monochrome Set,
Popol Vuh,
Freddie Wadling,
Lindisfarne,
Tropical Tobacco,
Barbara Tucker,
The Residents,
The Neon Judgement,
Joey Negro,
Beasts of Bourbon,
OOIOO,
The Vogues,
the Slits,
The Cure,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Alarm Clocks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bush Tetras,
Crispian St. Peters,
Rekid,
John Holt,
Darondo,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Danielle Patucci,
Outsiders,
Aural Exciters,
Pantytec,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Average White Band,
Skarface,
Gang Starr,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Colin Newman,
The Smoke,
Harry Pussy,
Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls, Mary Jane Girls.
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.