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 Burundi and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 sitar 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 AZ to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mary Jane Girls. All the underground hits.
All Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
The Gap Band,
Absolute Body Control,
Morten Harket,
Sparks,
Surgeon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Minor Threat,
Ronnie Foster,
Flamin' Groovies,
kango's stein massive,
The Five Americans,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Peter & Gordon,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dual Sessions,
Jeff Mills,
Danielle Patucci,
Pylon,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Barry Ungar,
Lalo Schifrin,
Angry Samoans,
Easy Going,
Ohio Players,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
CMW,
OOIOO,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Joyce Sims,
The Black Dice,
Eve St. Jones,
Simply Red,
Black Bananas,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Livin' Joy,
The Walker Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Tim Buckley,
Reuben Wilson,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Fire Engines,
Popol Vuh,
Connie Case,
Monks,
Gong,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
L. Decosne,
ABC,
Bobby Byrd,
The Dave Clark Five,
Funkadelic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Cluster,
The Sonics,
the Swans,
World's Most,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber 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.