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 Germany and from Mexico City.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Eyeless In Gaza to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Magma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yaz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Swell Maps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Howard Jones,
The Modern Lovers,
The Monks,
Motorama,
Cybotron,
Cameo,
Gichy Dan,
The Dead C,
Porter Ricks,
Simply Red,
The Stooges,
U.S. Maple,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Erykah Badu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Young Marble Giants,
Robert Wyatt,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minny Pops,
Soulsonic Force,
ABC,
Arthur Verocai,
Ossler,
Ornette Coleman,
Hasil Adkins,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Cluster,
Bauhaus,
Rotary Connection,
Brothers Johnson,
The Vogues,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Move,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Parry Music,
Wire,
Ralphi Rosario,
Drexciya,
Technova,
Nas,
June of 44,
The Victims,
Robert Hood,
D'Angelo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donny Hathaway,
Joensuu 1685,
Gerry Rafferty,
the Fania All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Negative Approach,
Dawn Penn,
Minor Threat,
The Electric Prunes,
Trumans Water,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.