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 Monaco and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 clarinet 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 Gregory Isaacs to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Mark Hollis. All the underground hits.
All Fad Gadget tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
This Heat,
The Music Machine,
Darondo,
Tom Boy,
The Doors,
Oneida,
Shoche,
Organ,
Roxy Music,
The Durutti Column,
Throbbing Gristle,
Alphaville,
Prince Buster,
Lucky Dragons,
Todd Terry,
The Toasters,
Maurizio,
The United States of America,
Pagans,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
The Selecter,
Nils Olav,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sugar Minott,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lalann,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
David McCallum,
Harpers Bizarre,
Con Funk Shun,
L. Decosne,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
K-Klass,
Dave Gahan,
Schoolly D,
Crispian St. Peters,
Roxette,
Harry Pussy,
Rufus Thomas,
Camouflage,
Barclay James Harvest,
Brothers Johnson,
Depeche Mode,
Jerry's Kids,
PIL,
La Düsseldorf,
Boz Scaggs,
Adolescents,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Loose Ends,
B.T. Express,
Bang On A Can,
Drive Like Jehu,
Oblivians,
The Sonics,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.