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 Liechtenstein and from Seoul.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 rhodes 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 Arthur Verocai to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dirtbombs. All the underground hits.
All PIL tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Young Marble Giants 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABC record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro 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?
Ohio Players,
Porter Ricks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Supertramp,
DNA,
Circle Jerks,
The Toasters,
Hashim,
Jesper Dahlback,
X-Ray Spex,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Gap Band,
Kerri Chandler,
Franke,
Roger Hodgson,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Count Five,
Tomorrow,
Jeff Lynne,
The Fugs,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Darondo,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pere Ubu,
Colin Newman,
Half Japanese,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Nils Olav,
Echospace,
Barry Ungar,
Parry Music,
Ultra Naté,
Rakim,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Modern Lovers,
Stiv Bators,
Deadbeat,
ABC,
The Tremeloes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Erykah Badu,
Adolescents,
Bootsy Collins,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Guru Guru,
Black Bananas,
Albert Ayler,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gong,
Yusef Lateef,
Delta 5,
DJ Style,
The Slackers,
Bob Dylan,
Quando Quango,
Nick Fraelich,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.