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 Iceland and from Madrid.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 T. Rex to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Parry Music. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Glambeats Corp. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Funkadelic,
The Five Americans,
The Gun Club,
Technova,
Rufus Thomas,
Godley & Creme,
Aloha Tigers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Scratch Acid,
Boz Scaggs,
Q and Not U,
Section 25,
Swans,
Bad Manners,
Negative Approach,
Surgeon,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Detroit Cobras,
Icehouse,
Kenny Larkin,
48th St. Collective,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sound Behaviour,
The Names,
World's Most,
Cecil Taylor,
Rites of Spring,
Nas,
Ken Boothe,
the Human League,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thee Headcoats,
Country Teasers,
This Heat,
Minny Pops,
Soul II Soul,
The Golliwogs,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Japan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Warren Ellis,
Black Pus,
Audionom,
Kerri Chandler,
Rod Modell,
Robert Görl,
The Beau Brummels,
Marine Girls,
Banda Bassotti,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Sherman,
Joensuu 1685,
Public Image Ltd.,
Bush Tetras,
The New Christs,
Sex Pistols,
Blossom Toes,
Bluetip,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Ronnie Foster,
Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin, Khruangbin.
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.