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 Tunisia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1977 at the first Human League practice in a loft in Sheffield.
I was working on the oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Charles Mingus to the funk 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 Second Layer. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios 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 crunk 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 a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cowsills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Piero Umiliani,
T.S.O.L.,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Sound,
Camouflage,
Ohio Players,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Marine Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Electric Prunes,
Jacob Miller,
The Music Machine,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Hot Snakes,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
Depeche Mode,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Thompson Twins,
the Sonics,
The Dave Clark Five,
David Bowie,
Royal Trux,
Deepchord,
Funky Four + One,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bobby Sherman,
Peter & Gordon,
Urselle,
Freddie Wadling,
Procol Harum,
Fugazi,
Qualms,
Mandrill,
Outsiders,
Nils Olav,
UT,
Wasted Youth,
China Crisis,
Animal Collective,
The Star Department,
Marshall Jefferson,
Ralphi Rosario,
Lower 48,
Hoover,
Oneida,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Clear Light,
New York Dolls,
Ice-T,
Crime,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Andrew Hill,
Saccharine Trust,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Scott Walker,
Idris Muhammad,
Pylon,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.