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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 OOIOO. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lindisfarne,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Television Personalities,
Joyce Sims,
Althea and Donna,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Thompson Twins,
Duran Duran,
The Sonics,
Parry Music,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Half Japanese,
The Gories,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Tom Boy,
Kenny Larkin,
Eric B and Rakim,
Alphaville,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Raincoats,
Graham Central Station,
Motorama,
Glambeats Corp.,
Moss Icon,
The Moleskins,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Cheater Slicks,
Tim Buckley,
Boredoms,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Frankie Knuckles,
Unwound,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bizarre Inc.,
Freddie Wadling,
The Evens,
Radiohead,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Sonics,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
The United States of America,
Kevin Saunderson,
Au Pairs,
Metal Thangz,
The Kinks,
Rotary Connection,
The Happenings,
Fela Kuti,
Man Eating Sloth,
Hashim,
Mary Jane Girls,
Big Daddy Kane,
Colin Newman,
Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers, Aloha Tigers.
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.