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 Somalia and from Johannesburg.
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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Neu! to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All The Shadows of Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deakin,
Sonic Youth,
The Divine Comedy,
This Heat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Modern Lovers,
Jacob Miller,
The Doobie Brothers,
Main Source,
Unrelated Segments,
The Searchers,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Johnny Osbourne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Josef K,
Prince Buster,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Gil Scott Heron,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tropical Tobacco,
the Swans,
the Soft Cell,
Donald Byrd,
Leonard Cohen,
Amon Düül II,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marvin Gaye,
Sun Ra,
Dual Sessions,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bang On A Can,
Icehouse,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joe Finger,
Scott Walker,
The Shadows of Knight,
Guru Guru,
The Offenders,
Kenny Larkin,
Accadde A,
Deadbeat,
Lyres,
Camouflage,
Toni Rubio,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Leaves,
Talk Talk,
Tomorrow,
Amazonics,
Smog,
Black Sheep,
The Alarm Clocks,
Archie Shepp,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nils Olav,
The Smiths,
Jeff Mills,
UT,
The Grass Roots,
Chrome,
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.