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 Marshall Islands and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 arpeggiator 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 Saccharine Trust to the crunk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All Icehouse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Neon Judgement 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lakeside,
Saccharine Trust,
Jacob Miller,
Cecil Taylor,
The Fortunes,
Slave,
Zapp,
Todd Rundgren,
The Leaves,
DJ Sneak,
The Gladiators,
Leonard Cohen,
The Pretty Things,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Altered Images,
Sister Nancy,
Amon Düül II,
Q65,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Judy Mowatt,
Underground Resistance,
The Saints,
Amazonics,
Audionom,
Bobby Womack,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Yaz,
Letta Mbulu,
Wire,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Index,
Intrusion,
Easy Going,
Hashim,
John Foxx,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fort Wilson Riot,
David Bowie,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Funky Four + One,
Swell Maps,
MC5,
Bush Tetras,
Gabor Szabo,
Susan Cadogan,
Deakin,
Public Enemy,
Oblivians,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wally Richardson,
Arcadia,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Little Man,
Spandau Ballet,
Ultimate Spinach,
Howard Jones,
The Names,
Gang of Four,
Qualms,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
UT,
Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders, Pharoah Sanders.
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.