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 Cameroon and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Columbus and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 World's Most to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl 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 '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 Little Man record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Danielle Patucci,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Rod Modell,
The Cramps,
Mad Mike,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faraquet,
Cameo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Scientists,
Susan Cadogan,
The Victims,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Liliput,
Gabor Szabo,
Nation of Ulysses,
Metal Thangz,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Flash Fearless,
Subhumans,
The Remains,
Thompson Twins,
Zero Boys,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
June Days,
The Gap Band,
Bluetip,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Black Sheep,
Nick Fraelich,
Rhythm & Sound,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Minnie Riperton,
Sight & Sound,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Aaron Thompson,
One Last Wish,
The Happenings,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Residents,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Man Eating Sloth,
Jerry's Kids,
Boz Scaggs,
Marmalade,
The Toasters,
New Age Steppers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Dark Day,
The Wake,
The Fuzztones,
Bush Tetras,
Josef K,
Severed Heads,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.