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 Nauru and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 harpsichord 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 Severed Heads to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Minny Pops. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Electric Prunes 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tres Demented record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mandrill,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Angry Samoans,
June of 44,
Duran Duran,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Victims,
The Busters,
Tim Buckley,
Magazine,
Max Romeo,
Rotary Connection,
David Bowie,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rekid,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Nas,
Soul II Soul,
Public Image Ltd.,
Todd Terry,
Motorama,
Faust,
Fad Gadget,
ABC,
Minutemen,
Underground Resistance,
Whodini,
Amon Düül II,
Deadbeat,
Harmonia,
X-Ray Spex,
Big Daddy Kane,
Gregory Isaacs,
Nico,
Zero Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Ponytail,
Janne Schatter,
Rod Modell,
The Remains,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
David Axelrod,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lalo Schifrin,
MDC,
Sällskapet,
Absolute Body Control,
Quando Quango,
Marine Girls,
Soul Sonic Force,
These Immortal Souls,
Eddi Front,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Last Poets,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nirvana,
Brand Nubian,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.