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 Laos and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Accra.
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 rhodes 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 The Kinks to the grime 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Monolake,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
Barrington Levy,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
The Raincoats,
Judy Mowatt,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
Gregory Isaacs,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jawbox,
Urselle,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Jerry's Kids,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
cv313,
The Grass Roots,
MC5,
John Holt,
Minor Threat,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Martian,
The Mojo Men,
Radiohead,
Bill Wells,
Michelle Simonal,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Harry Pussy,
Nation of Ulysses,
Supertramp,
Sight & Sound,
Whodini,
Roxy Music,
The Names,
the Germs,
Connie Case,
The Fire Engines,
Lou Christie,
Lindisfarne,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Stiv Bators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Residents,
Anthony Braxton,
KRS-One,
Mission of Burma,
Arthur Verocai,
Al Stewart,
Pulsallama,
Curtis Mayfield,
Marc Almond,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brothers Johnson,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.