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 Indonesia and from Accra.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Ralphi Rosario to the rock 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Simply Red record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron 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 Red Krayola,
Skaos,
Inner City,
Wings,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Quando Quango,
The Martian,
In Retrospect,
Section 25,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Minor Threat,
Stiv Bators,
Mission of Burma,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Aural Exciters,
One Last Wish,
Animal Collective,
Neu!,
Radiohead,
Infiniti,
Livin' Joy,
D'Angelo,
X-Ray Spex,
Eric Dolphy,
Pantytec,
Joey Negro,
Eden Ahbez,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James White and The Blacks,
Darondo,
Amon Düül,
John Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Ornette Coleman,
June Days,
Jerry's Kids,
Laurel Aitken,
Clear Light,
Thompson Twins,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ultravox,
Wasted Youth,
Cheater Slicks,
Young Marble Giants,
Spoonie Gee,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Lee Hazlewood,
Vladislav Delay,
Stetsasonic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Little Man,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Alphaville,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Vogues,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band, Bootsy's Rubber Band.
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.