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 Costa Rica and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 mellotron 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 The Misunderstood to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Prince Buster. All the underground hits.
All The Raincoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lightning Bolt 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eli Mardock record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Morten Harket,
Scion,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Metal Thangz,
Au Pairs,
This Heat,
Niagra,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Count Five,
Matthew Bourne,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Chrome,
Amon Düül,
Bill Wells,
Eddi Front,
The Doors,
Sister Nancy,
Skriet,
Yaz,
Supertramp,
Thee Headcoats,
Y Pants,
The New Christs,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
China Crisis,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Magma,
Gichy Dan,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Crime,
Peter & Gordon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Invisible,
Laurel Aitken,
Rites of Spring,
The Electric Prunes,
Surgeon,
Crash Course in Science,
Spoonie Gee,
Jeff Lynne,
The Blues Magoos,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Modern Lovers,
The Barracudas,
Al Stewart,
Das Ding,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Public Image Ltd.,
Dawn Penn,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
Jawbox,
Cheater Slicks,
Alton Ellis,
Man Parrish,
Bobby Womack,
Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis, Mark Hollis.
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.