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 Colombia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 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 The Sonics to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Matthew Bourne. All the underground hits.
All Sällskapet 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 electroclash 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 guitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moby Grape,
The Fall,
Procol Harum,
Scrapy,
Fela Kuti,
The Walker Brothers,
John Coltrane,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Barracudas,
Electric Prunes,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bronski Beat,
Kenny Larkin,
MC5,
Colin Newman,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül II,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Junior Murvin,
Make Up,
Erasure,
Bush Tetras,
The Slackers,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Black Dice,
Rotary Connection,
Youth Brigade,
Rhythm & Sound,
Q65,
Visage,
Laurel Aitken,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Golliwogs,
Nils Olav,
The Happenings,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
The Moleskins,
Can,
The Searchers,
The Standells,
Cecil Taylor,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Jandek,
Slick Rick,
K-Klass,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Lynne,
Theoretical Girls,
T. Rex,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quantec,
Easy Going,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Maurizio,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.