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 Kazakhstan and from Copenhagen.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Winnipeg.
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 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 The Martian to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Music Machine. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir 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?
Prince Buster,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Half Japanese,
Visage,
EPMD,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Technova,
Ultimate Spinach,
Tim Buckley,
The Saints,
Pulsallama,
Chris Corsano,
E-Dancer,
Brand Nubian,
Theoretical Girls,
Buzzcocks,
Crash Course in Science,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fluxion,
The Offenders,
The Selecter,
Scott Walker,
the Sonics,
Ten City,
Minutemen,
Porter Ricks,
Scion,
Guru Guru,
Electric Prunes,
Harpers Bizarre,
H. Thieme,
Moss Icon,
Smog,
Dual Sessions,
Curtis Mayfield,
R.M.O.,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lightning Bolt,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
CMW,
Basic Channel,
The Divine Comedy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Shoche,
Hardrive,
Lalo Schifrin,
Negative Approach,
Lower 48,
Sarah Menescal,
Roxy Music,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Marine Girls,
Sandy B,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
John Holt,
The Slackers,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.