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 Mongolia and from Beijing.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echo & the Bunnymen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Average White Band,
The Knickerbockers,
Tomorrow,
In Retrospect,
Blancmange,
Archie Shepp,
Todd Rundgren,
Altered Images,
Fluxion,
Bobby Byrd,
Main Source,
Skarface,
The Walker Brothers,
Cecil Taylor,
Lindisfarne,
Nick Fraelich,
Lee Hazlewood,
Monolake,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
FM Einheit,
Henry Cow,
Harry Pussy,
The Moody Blues,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Sherman,
Jeff Lynne,
Lou Christie,
Rotary Connection,
Black Bananas,
Sugar Minott,
The Gap Band,
China Crisis,
Cluster,
Piero Umiliani,
Lower 48,
the Association,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Skatalites,
The Smoke,
New York Dolls,
Roxy Music,
The Evens,
Echospace,
Bill Near,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Byron Stingily,
Popol Vuh,
Deadbeat,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Avey Tare,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Maleditus Sound,
Babytalk,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.