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 Jordan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 linndrum 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 Eve St. Jones to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Charles Mingus. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gregory Isaacs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Blues Magoos,
Second Layer,
Dual Sessions,
Moebius,
The Velvet Underground,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Black Flag,
Hoover,
Fugazi,
James White and The Blacks,
The Residents,
La Düsseldorf,
Davy DMX,
Q65,
Q and Not U,
Blake Baxter,
Delon & Dalcan,
L. Decosne,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Darondo,
Bobby Womack,
Bronski Beat,
Mission of Burma,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Arcadia,
Lee Hazlewood,
EPMD,
John Cale,
Lower 48,
Rod Modell,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Parry Music,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Liliput,
Sandy B,
The Tremeloes,
Bobby Sherman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Todd Terry,
Stereo Dub,
Isaac Hayes,
Ronan,
UT,
Little Man,
Cecil Taylor,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dark Day,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Slits,
The Fortunes,
Skarface,
Barrington Levy,
Fatback Band,
AZ,
Yusef Lateef,
New Order,
B.T. Express,
The Fall,
Lyres,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.