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 China and from Mexico City.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Lee Hazlewood to the techno 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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All Procol Harum tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Real Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a D'Angelo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sparks,
Pantaleimon,
Dawn Penn,
UT,
Matthew Halsall,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Zapp,
Isaac Hayes,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Pretty Things,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Dirtbombs,
The Golliwogs,
The Fortunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Kenny Larkin,
T. Rex,
The Durutti Column,
Camouflage,
Bang On A Can,
Eve St. Jones,
Y Pants,
Charles Mingus,
Nik Kershaw,
Magazine,
June of 44,
The Vogues,
Glambeats Corp.,
AZ,
Rites of Spring,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Sex Pistols,
Agitation Free,
The Slackers,
The Names,
Junior Murvin,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
Graham Central Station,
Das Ding,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brothers Johnson,
Quadrant,
Fatback Band,
Stockholm Monsters,
Johnny Clarke,
Delta 5,
Gong,
Jeru the Damaja,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Altered Images,
Albert Ayler,
Circle Jerks,
cv313,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tommy Roe,
kango's stein massive,
Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett, Steve Hackett.
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.