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 Gambia and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Five Americans to the grime 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Circle Jerks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
Tears for Fears,
Oblivians,
Inner City,
Spoonie Gee,
ABC,
Camberwell Now,
Archie Shepp,
Kenny Larkin,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Barracudas,
Loose Ends,
Country Teasers,
Symarip,
These Immortal Souls,
KRS-One,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Eurythmics,
Blake Baxter,
Wasted Youth,
CMW,
Fat Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Clear Light,
Gang Green,
The Knickerbockers,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
the Normal,
Gang of Four,
Supertramp,
Vladislav Delay,
48th St. Collective,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
John Cale,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy Collins,
Qualms,
Joyce Sims,
Radiohead,
Jesper Dahlback,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Letta Mbulu,
Adolescents,
Flipper,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
the Swans,
Quadrant,
The Doors,
Mr. Review,
Marcia Griffiths,
Von Mondo,
Thompson Twins,
Wally Richardson,
Cluster,
Suicide,
Carl Craig,
The Five Americans,
Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators, Stiv Bators.
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.