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 Tonga and from Bremen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 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 Matthew Halsall to the crunk 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 The Fall. All the underground hits.
All Colin Newman tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pagans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The American Breed record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T. Rex,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Television,
Byron Stingily,
Bobby Sherman,
Parry Music,
La Düsseldorf,
The Trojans,
Japan,
Main Source,
The American Breed,
Surgeon,
Index,
Carl Craig,
Y Pants,
Kurtis Blow,
Grey Daturas,
Gichy Dan,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
DJ Sneak,
10cc,
ABBA,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sex Pistols,
Duran Duran,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
A Certain Ratio,
Vainqueur,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Interpol,
Wings,
Essential Logic,
Johnny Clarke,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Fuzztones,
Eric B and Rakim,
the Association,
Slave,
Juan Atkins,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sparks,
Warsaw,
Thompson Twins,
Unwound,
Pantaleimon,
Jimmy McGriff,
ABC,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marshall Jefferson,
Masters at Work,
Amon Düül II,
EPMD,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pulsallama,
PIL,
Quantec,
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.