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 Belize and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 spring reverb 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 Slave to the punk 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 Wings. All the underground hits.
All In Retrospect tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wasted Youth 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?
Gang of Four,
Erasure,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Moby Grape,
the Sonics,
Livin' Joy,
The Vogues,
Soul Sonic Force,
John Holt,
Avey Tare,
Jeff Lynne,
Swans,
Blossom Toes,
The Doors,
Juan Atkins,
The Golliwogs,
DJ Sneak,
Basic Channel,
Y Pants,
Derrick May,
Gong,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Vainqueur,
Marcia Griffiths,
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Glenn Branca,
Clear Light,
Khruangbin,
Donny Hathaway,
DNA,
X-102,
Minny Pops,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Blake Baxter,
Guru Guru,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Seeds,
The Names,
Howard Jones,
Spandau Ballet,
Delta 5,
Aswad,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
The Sound,
Lou Christie,
Infiniti,
Ultimate Spinach,
Kayak,
Ituana,
EPMD,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cybotron,
The Associates,
K-Klass,
Dawn Penn,
U.S. Maple,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.