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 Taiwan and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Roxy Music to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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?
Bobby Byrd,
Ituana,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roger Hodgson,
the Swans,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Yusef Lateef,
Kas Product,
Clear Light,
Silicon Teens,
The Saints,
Scott Walker,
Rod Modell,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Blancmange,
Crispian St. Peters,
Skarface,
Sister Nancy,
Kayak,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Porter Ricks,
X-102,
ABC,
Cymande,
The Divine Comedy,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Angels of Light,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Section 25,
Carl Craig,
The Moody Blues,
Lungfish,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Zeros,
ABBA,
The Birthday Party,
The Offenders,
Ice-T,
Scrapy,
Half Japanese,
Radiopuhelimet,
Livin' Joy,
Funky Four + One,
Yaz,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Johnny Clarke,
The Index,
Swans,
Dennis Brown,
Alphaville,
Arab on Radar,
Dorothy Ashby,
Soul Sonic Force,
Delon & Dalcan,
Gang Starr,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cure,
Faraquet,
Piero Umiliani,
Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now, Camberwell Now.
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.