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 San Marino and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Skriet to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Aswad. All the underground hits.
All Traffic Nightmare tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Black Pus record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiohead,
The Skatalites,
Roxette,
Delta 5,
The Smoke,
The Offenders,
Graham Central Station,
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Patti Smith,
Rufus Thomas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Zapp,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Victims,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Moss Icon,
Quando Quango,
Scion,
X-101,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Black Bananas,
Hashim,
Pere Ubu,
The Sonics,
The Count Five,
Nils Olav,
Lindisfarne,
Organ,
T.S.O.L.,
Symarip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
cv313,
Bush Tetras,
Piero Umiliani,
Susan Cadogan,
Joyce Sims,
Mary Jane Girls,
Scientists,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lebanon Hanover,
Section 25,
The Walker Brothers,
Technova,
Accadde A,
DNA,
The Fortunes,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Kinks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Motorama,
The Trojans,
Blake Baxter,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Associates,
Wolf Eyes,
Robert Hood,
The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers, The Modern Lovers.
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.