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 Oman and from Bologna.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Toronto.
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 harpsichord 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 Kerrie Biddell to the grime 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Index 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Quadrant record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Smog,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wally Richardson,
Dual Sessions,
The Red Krayola,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The United States of America,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric Dolphy,
The Monks,
Heaven 17,
Prince Buster,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Ultravox,
Sarah Menescal,
Swans,
Amon Düül II,
Ossler,
Pagans,
Ralphi Rosario,
A Certain Ratio,
Wasted Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Piero Umiliani,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faraquet,
Scratch Acid,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Wake,
The Fall,
Girls At Our Best!,
Brass Construction,
Pantytec,
The Residents,
the Human League,
Los Fastidios,
Drexciya,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Index,
X-101,
Electric Prunes,
Althea and Donna,
The Star Department,
The Cure,
Chris Corsano,
Procol Harum,
Icehouse,
The Young Rascals,
Donny Hathaway,
Cameo,
Pole,
Ponytail,
Scan 7,
The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds, The Seeds.
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.