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 Tuvalu and from Halifax.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 David Axelrod to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rakim. All the underground hits.
All Tom Boy 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 dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Byron Stingily record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
The Durutti Column,
The Red Krayola,
Quantec,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Quadrant,
Ituana,
The Cramps,
Barrington Levy,
Porter Ricks,
Minor Threat,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cymande,
Sister Nancy,
Talk Talk,
Peter & Gordon,
John Cale,
Archie Shepp,
cv313,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
Urselle,
Lee Hazlewood,
Duran Duran,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Doobie Brothers,
LL Cool J,
Altered Images,
Moebius,
Flash Fearless,
Cal Tjader,
Aloha Tigers,
The Selecter,
The Real Kids,
Ronnie Foster,
Radiopuhelimet,
Intrusion,
Vladislav Delay,
Lucky Dragons,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Von Mondo,
Sun Ra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Wake,
The Electric Prunes,
Albert Ayler,
Nils Olav,
Fat Boys,
Minutemen,
Sarah Menescal,
John Foxx,
Monolake,
The Litter,
Marine Girls,
The Detroit Cobras,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
L. Decosne,
Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish, Lungfish.
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.