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 Tuvalu and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 spring reverb 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 Bar-Kays to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Wally Richardson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Morten Harket record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Tremeloes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Toni Rubio,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
H. Thieme,
Altered Images,
The Happenings,
Black Sheep,
The Martian,
Aloha Tigers,
The Names,
The Buckinghams,
Roy Ayers,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Deadbeat,
The Alarm Clocks,
Joe Finger,
Peter & Gordon,
Albert Ayler,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry's Kids,
The Fortunes,
Max Romeo,
Can,
Masters at Work,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Amon Düül II,
Joe Smooth,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Kinks,
Warren Ellis,
Derrick Morgan,
The Slits,
Don Cherry,
Deepchord,
OOIOO,
Niagra,
Grauzone,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
48th St. Collective,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
KRS-One,
Accadde A,
Robert Görl,
Stiv Bators,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Dirtbombs,
Patti Smith,
Desert Stars,
Khruangbin,
Country Teasers,
cv313,
Bizarre Inc.,
Cluster,
Jacob Miller,
CMW,
kango's stein massive,
Soft Cell,
Alton Ellis,
Alice Coltrane,
Moby Grape,
Skriet,
Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis, Oppenheimer Analysis.
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.