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 Croatia and from Taipei.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Organ to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Lee Hazlewood. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Alarm Clocks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
KRS-One,
Brand Nubian,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ohio Players,
The Durutti Column,
Essential Logic,
Malaria!,
Kerrie Biddell,
The Seeds,
Piero Umiliani,
Tim Buckley,
Wings,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Scientists,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Fortunes,
The Standells,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Desert Stars,
Scion,
Rites of Spring,
Pagans,
Crime,
Ten City,
Audionom,
The Buckinghams,
Sex Pistols,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
John Lydon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerri Chandler,
Surgeon,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Television,
The American Breed,
Saccharine Trust,
The Martian,
Harmonia,
Camberwell Now,
Gichy Dan,
Mark Hollis,
Masters at Work,
LL Cool J,
Colin Newman,
X-101,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Rekid,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Black Pus,
The Wake,
Letta Mbulu,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Sonics,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gabor Szabo,
Wasted Youth,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.