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 Korea North and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 oboe 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 Mars to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Depeche Mode. All the underground hits.
All Ralphi Rosario tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every X-Ray Spex 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Banda Bassotti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Country Teasers,
Gabor Szabo,
Trumans Water,
The Neon Judgement,
Man Parrish,
Flash Fearless,
The Monks,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alison Limerick,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Young Marble Giants,
Simply Red,
The Leaves,
Desert Stars,
Agitation Free,
The Tremeloes,
Little Man,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Whodini,
The Seeds,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Doors,
Roxy Music,
Gichy Dan,
Derrick Morgan,
Nas,
Monolake,
Pussy Galore,
Basic Channel,
Fatback Band,
Essential Logic,
The Velvet Underground,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Max Romeo,
Moss Icon,
Joensuu 1685,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Jacques Brel,
Sun Ra,
Ronan,
Erasure,
The Mummies,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
Faraquet,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Black Bananas,
Marcia Griffiths,
Harmonia,
the Sonics,
Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin, Junior Murvin.
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.