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 United Kingdom and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 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 Electric Light Orchestra to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 8 Eyed Spy. All the underground hits.
All Khruangbin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rapeman,
Youth Brigade,
The Victims,
Ronnie Foster,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The J.B.'s,
Moebius,
Amazonics,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
New Order,
Flash Fearless,
The Flesh Eaters,
Amon Düül II,
Lalo Schifrin,
Underground Resistance,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Michelle Simonal,
Nirvana,
Y Pants,
Liliput,
L. Decosne,
Matthew Bourne,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Suicide,
John Foxx,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bad Manners,
Harpers Bizarre,
8 Eyed Spy,
DNA,
Joy Division,
Nico,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
the Human League,
The Invisible,
Tears for Fears,
Public Image Ltd.,
Kayak,
Donny Hathaway,
Visage,
Soft Cell,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
John Lydon,
Bobby Sherman,
Massinfluence,
Todd Rundgren,
Vladislav Delay,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Derrick Morgan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Seeds,
Sun Ra,
Delon & Dalcan,
B.T. Express,
the Normal,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.