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 Georgia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 mellotron 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 the Association 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Terrestrial Tones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gun Club record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Moody Blues,
Piero Umiliani,
Frankie Knuckles,
Skriet,
Nick Fraelich,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Idris Muhammad,
Alison Limerick,
Kerrie Biddell,
OOIOO,
Roger Hodgson,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Litter,
D'Angelo,
Joe Finger,
The Searchers,
Stereo Dub,
The Monochrome Set,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Sister Nancy,
Adolescents,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Anakelly,
Electric Prunes,
X-101,
The Mummies,
Dark Day,
Rakim,
Mr. Review,
Urselle,
The Names,
Parry Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Aloha Tigers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Sparks,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
Eric Copeland,
Thee Headcoats,
the Slits,
Oblivians,
Kaleidoscope,
The Invisible,
Warsaw,
Colin Newman,
Maleditus Sound,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Nils Olav,
Malaria!,
Boz Scaggs,
Babytalk,
X-Ray Spex,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.