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 Romania and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Henry Cow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Joe Finger. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 clarinet and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zero Boys,
Surgeon,
The Toasters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Mark Hollis,
X-101,
cv313,
Siglo XX,
Donny Hathaway,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Residents,
Japan,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Seeds,
Saccharine Trust,
Bootsy Collins,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
The Last Poets,
Cal Tjader,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Darondo,
John Coltrane,
Livin' Joy,
Icehouse,
The Fire Engines,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Motorama,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yellowson,
Amon Düül II,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
48th St. Collective,
The Walker Brothers,
The Dead C,
10cc,
Sixth Finger,
Yazoo,
Y Pants,
Warsaw,
Eric Copeland,
Al Stewart,
Juan Atkins,
Lightning Bolt,
Brothers Johnson,
Gong,
Harmonia,
The Index,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Judy Mowatt,
The Shadows of Knight,
Ohio Players,
Lindisfarne,
Lou Christie,
Derrick Morgan,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Iggy Pop,
Blake Baxter,
David Axelrod,
Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox, Jawbox.
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.