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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 organ 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 Harmonia to the grunge 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 Tommy Roe. All the underground hits.
All Kerri Chandler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scott Walker record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 harpsichord and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet 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?
Smog,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Zeros,
kango's stein massive,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Mandrill,
Tubeway Army,
The Skatalites,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Agitation Free,
Talk Talk,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Danielle Patucci,
Rites of Spring,
Easy Going,
Nico,
The Alarm Clocks,
Loose Ends,
The Moody Blues,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Al Stewart,
The Fortunes,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Masters at Work,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ronan,
Blake Baxter,
The Red Krayola,
Heaven 17,
The Doors,
Sun Ra,
Lou Reed,
Don Cherry,
David Axelrod,
Glenn Branca,
New Order,
Boogie Down Productions,
Soft Machine,
Mary Jane Girls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Magazine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Royal Trux,
The New Christs,
The Buckinghams,
Index,
Quantec,
Moby Grape,
Ituana,
The Sound,
Leonard Cohen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Yaz,
The Detroit Cobras,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Echospace,
Archie Shepp,
Scan 7,
Ludus,
Unrelated Segments,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Make Up,
London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir, London Community Gospel Choir.
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.