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 Tanzania and from Salvador.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the oboe 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 E-Dancer to the punk 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ultramagnetic MC's record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Bill Wells,
the Sonics,
Monolake,
Carl Craig,
Freddie Wadling,
Nation of Ulysses,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Saints,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Real Kids,
Rufus Thomas,
Matthew Halsall,
Alton Ellis,
The Knickerbockers,
Young Marble Giants,
Ronan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Tears for Fears,
The Cramps,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Yellowson,
Bluetip,
Deadbeat,
Fad Gadget,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Grauzone,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Desert Stars,
Suburban Knight,
Average White Band,
The Human League,
John Coltrane,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Clear Light,
Pagans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Roger Hodgson,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Beau Brummels,
Connie Case,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fuzztones,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Dead C,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Residents,
T.S.O.L.,
Black Flag,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Cure,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
The Fire Engines,
Yazoo,
Jeff Lynne,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
This Heat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.