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 Philippines and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 oboe 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 New Age Steppers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every It's A Beautiful Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Laurel Aitken record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Y Pants,
Essential Logic,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kas Product,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Doors,
Don Cherry,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Selecter,
Metal Thangz,
Joyce Sims,
Chris & Cosey,
Josef K,
The United States of America,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Erykah Badu,
Neu!,
Deepchord,
Grandmaster Flash,
Duran Duran,
The Pop Group,
Bush Tetras,
Icehouse,
New Order,
Von Mondo,
Gerry Rafferty,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
Man Parrish,
Minny Pops,
Althea and Donna,
The Modern Lovers,
EPMD,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
The Index,
Animal Collective,
Howard Jones,
Lungfish,
The Offenders,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Dave Gahan,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gabor Szabo,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Electric Prunes,
Zapp,
The Electric Prunes,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
E-Dancer,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Residents,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
the Soft Cell,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Martian,
Severed Heads,
The Vogues,
Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart, Al Stewart.
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.