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 Singapore and from Manila.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Pantaleimon to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Roxy Music. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ralphi Rosario,
X-Ray Spex,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Tears for Fears,
Crispian St. Peters,
Tommy Roe,
Eve St. Jones,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Ituana,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Sun City Girls,
World's Most,
Procol Harum,
Sun Ra,
Todd Terry,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
Todd Rundgren,
Roger Hodgson,
Henry Cow,
Flipper,
The Tremeloes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Minnie Riperton,
Au Pairs,
Tomorrow,
Max Romeo,
Guru Guru,
Ultra Naté,
Steve Hackett,
The Trojans,
Pharoah Sanders,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bill Near,
Quando Quango,
Y Pants,
Danielle Patucci,
Roxy Music,
Minny Pops,
Hardrive,
Scratch Acid,
The Gun Club,
Underground Resistance,
Ultimate Spinach,
Judy Mowatt,
Country Teasers,
Das Ding,
Second Layer,
JFA,
Cameo,
Kas Product,
Agitation Free,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Royal Trux,
Gabor Szabo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.