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 Bhutan and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 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 Symarip to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Eli Mardock. All the underground hits.
All Terry Callier tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
X-102,
Donny Hathaway,
Connie Case,
The Seeds,
Quando Quango,
Harmonia,
Make Up,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
New Order,
Crime,
Roxette,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
The Cosmic Jokers,
10cc,
Mary Jane Girls,
Brick,
Harry Pussy,
The Offenders,
Q and Not U,
Fugazi,
The Gories,
Tim Buckley,
Radiopuhelimet,
Main Source,
Altered Images,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Skarface,
8 Eyed Spy,
Jeru the Damaja,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kerri Chandler,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Cal Tjader,
UT,
Agent Orange,
The Velvet Underground,
Gabor Szabo,
Radiohead,
Monks,
Joey Negro,
Wings,
Con Funk Shun,
Index,
Joyce Sims,
David Axelrod,
Fear,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Eurythmics,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
John Foxx,
Whodini,
Lalann,
Eddi Front,
Tommy Roe,
Grey Daturas,
Skriet,
Nik Kershaw,
Stereo Dub,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Techniques,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.