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 Guatemala and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 sitar 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 Infiniti to the grime 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 Bob Dylan. All the underground hits.
All Ultravox tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jerry's Kids record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
A Flock of Seagulls,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Ice-T,
Tim Buckley,
Donny Hathaway,
Kenny Larkin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
World's Most,
Dawn Penn,
Amon Düül II,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
This Heat,
Tommy Roe,
Sällskapet,
Delta 5,
Max Romeo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
John Lydon,
Fluxion,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Brick,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Swans,
Dave Gahan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Invisible,
Connie Case,
Darondo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chris Corsano,
The Blues Magoos,
Yellowson,
Eric B and Rakim,
PIL,
James White and The Blacks,
The Martian,
The Gories,
X-102,
the Association,
Nirvana,
Trumans Water,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Essential Logic,
Excepter,
Jeff Lynne,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
R.M.O.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jeru the Damaja,
Roy Ayers,
The Smiths,
Lucky Dragons,
Whodini,
Easy Going,
10cc,
Dual Sessions,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti, Banda Bassotti.
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.