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 Iceland and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 harpsichord 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 Rufus Thomas 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 Symarip. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Siouxsie and the Banshees record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brick record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlback,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Freddie Wadling,
Terry Callier,
Spandau Ballet,
Bobby Womack,
Simply Red,
JFA,
Kas Product,
The Dead C,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Boredoms,
10cc,
KRS-One,
Gabor Szabo,
Cecil Taylor,
Silicon Teens,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aural Exciters,
Sandy B,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Agent Orange,
Banda Bassotti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Joe Smooth,
Colin Newman,
Soft Cell,
The Sound,
Excepter,
John Coltrane,
Bluetip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
June Days,
Tears for Fears,
Eric Dolphy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
June of 44,
Smog,
Livin' Joy,
Dennis Brown,
Robert Wyatt,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Loose Ends,
Sarah Menescal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
the Bar-Kays,
Intrusion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Searchers,
The Monochrome Set,
Gang Starr,
Brass Construction,
Susan Cadogan,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Walker Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Kaleidoscope,
Vainqueur,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ken Boothe,
Patti Smith,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.