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 Cyprus and from Edmonton.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Lower 48 to the funk 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 Piero Umiliani. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hasil Adkins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Pole,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Star Department,
Roger Hodgson,
E-Dancer,
Nils Olav,
Junior Murvin,
Audionom,
Max Romeo,
The Offenders,
KRS-One,
Lou Reed,
Echospace,
Aural Exciters,
Delta 5,
Los Fastidios,
The Monks,
Harmonia,
Japan,
Sonny Sharrock,
Drive Like Jehu,
Boz Scaggs,
Severed Heads,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Country Teasers,
Ossler,
Matthew Bourne,
The Tremeloes,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Basic Channel,
The Techniques,
Lightning Bolt,
Roy Ayers,
Mo-Dettes,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Johnny Clarke,
The Fall,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
The Dave Clark Five,
Glenn Branca,
Jeff Mills,
Bobby Womack,
The Fugs,
Marcia Griffiths,
Niagra,
Crime,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pop Group,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Sonics,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Livin' Joy,
Ultravox,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo, Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo.
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.