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 South Sudan 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Accadde A,
Ituana,
Essential Logic,
The Alarm Clocks,
Gang Starr,
Bob Dylan,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tres Demented,
Flipper,
One Last Wish,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Delta 5,
B.T. Express,
Vainqueur,
Gichy Dan,
Masters at Work,
The Fall,
Fad Gadget,
Kerri Chandler,
Pylon,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Johnny Osbourne,
The American Breed,
Freddie Wadling,
Rotary Connection,
Clear Light,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Cal Tjader,
Rekid,
Slave,
Robert Görl,
UT,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Gastr Del Sol,
Hasil Adkins,
Sex Pistols,
Metal Thangz,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Gang Green,
The Moody Blues,
Warren Ellis,
Stetsasonic,
Charles Mingus,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Amon Düül,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scott Walker,
Fluxion,
Wasted Youth,
The Dave Clark Five,
Boogie Down Productions,
Wings,
Erasure,
Monks,
The Sonics,
MC5,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.