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 Tunisia and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New Age Steppers to the jazz 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 Beau Brummels. All the underground hits.
All The Litter tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Max Romeo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Rotary Connection,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Mad Mike,
The Slits,
Symarip,
The Smiths,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
The Music Machine,
Idris Muhammad,
Agitation Free,
Sun Ra,
Wasted Youth,
Jerry's Kids,
Grey Daturas,
New York Dolls,
Rakim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Animal Collective,
KRS-One,
Tears for Fears,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Crash Course in Science,
Scan 7,
Fear,
Metal Thangz,
Pantytec,
Dennis Brown,
Angry Samoans,
B.T. Express,
Rekid,
ABBA,
The Moleskins,
Thompson Twins,
the Slits,
Rites of Spring,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ice-T,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
John Coltrane,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Shuggie Otis,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Busters,
Iggy Pop,
Arab on Radar,
Henry Cow,
Fluxion,
Royal Trux,
Parry Music,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Neil Young,
Reagan Youth,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Roxette,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Howard Jones,
L. Decosne,
The Gap Band,
Erasure, Erasure, Erasure, Erasure.
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.