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 Russia and from Manila.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 linndrum 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 Toasters to the grunge 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 Ash Ra Tempel. All the underground hits.
All Soulsonic Force tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Boz Scaggs record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
The Shadows of Knight,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Banda Bassotti,
Mr. Review,
Bauhaus,
T. Rex,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Rapeman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gerry Rafferty,
Robert Görl,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
These Immortal Souls,
Maurizio,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rufus Thomas,
The Cure,
Spandau Ballet,
Suicide,
Nils Olav,
The Index,
Roger Hodgson,
Don Cherry,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
Aaron Thompson,
Drexciya,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Eric Dolphy,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
R.M.O.,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Soulsonic Force,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
The Names,
D'Angelo,
The Moleskins,
The Stooges,
The Standells,
10cc,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Gang Green,
Fat Boys,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Isaac Hayes,
Pantytec,
Leonard Cohen,
The Invisible,
David Axelrod,
The Dave Clark Five,
Delon & Dalcan,
Avey Tare,
Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin, Lalo Schifrin.
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.