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 Nauru and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 arpeggiator 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 Echospace to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All The Martian tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 clarinet and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a a-ha record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Oblivians,
Barbara Tucker,
Kas Product,
Hashim,
Steve Hackett,
This Heat,
Dennis Brown,
Freddie Wadling,
Bluetip,
Newcleus,
Pylon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Black Moon,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
ABBA,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Depeche Mode,
Sonic Youth,
Hoover,
The Fuzztones,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Skarface,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Khruangbin,
Terry Callier,
Mad Mike,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Music Machine,
Theoretical Girls,
Smog,
Robert Wyatt,
Barclay James Harvest,
Agitation Free,
T. Rex,
Vainqueur,
Wolf Eyes,
Bobby Womack,
Ossler,
Fat Boys,
Tears for Fears,
The Motions,
Bob Dylan,
Avey Tare,
Angry Samoans,
Japan,
Kayak,
Yazoo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
John Coltrane,
Derrick Morgan,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stockholm Monsters,
Liliput,
Neu!,
Masters at Work,
Babytalk,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cecil Taylor,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Mummies,
Eric Dolphy,
KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One, KRS-One.
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.