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 Pakistan and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Lou Reed 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 Five Americans to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Sonny Sharrock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Funkadelic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Davy DMX record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scion,
The Star Department,
Kayak,
Little Man,
Minny Pops,
Pussy Galore,
Hashim,
Robert Wyatt,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Bang On A Can,
The Selecter,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Amon Düül,
The Victims,
Magazine,
Model 500,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Dual Sessions,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Johnny Osbourne,
Skaos,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Brass Construction,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blake Baxter,
Peter and Kerry,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sister Nancy,
Absolute Body Control,
Pere Ubu,
Public Image Ltd.,
Junior Murvin,
Piero Umiliani,
Electric Prunes,
The Buckinghams,
The Busters,
Freddie Wadling,
Godley & Creme,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick Morgan,
The Seeds,
Sällskapet,
The Music Machine,
Chrome,
Roxette,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Flag,
the Germs,
Black Pus,
Pantytec,
Liliput,
Q65,
The Gap Band,
Terry Callier,
the Soft Cell,
Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band, Average White Band.
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.