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 Grenada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 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 Pierre Henry to the grime 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 CMW. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bluetip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin 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?
Half Japanese,
DJ Sneak,
Albert Ayler,
Banda Bassotti,
Barclay James Harvest,
Skarface,
Gastr Del Sol,
Unwound,
X-102,
The Seeds,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Marmalade,
Minor Threat,
Soft Cell,
The Modern Lovers,
Susan Cadogan,
Y Pants,
Barry Ungar,
Robert Wyatt,
Rekid,
Joe Smooth,
The Buckinghams,
Ronan,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Birthday Party,
The Dead C,
Monolake,
Toni Rubio,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Nick Fraelich,
Oneida,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
The Leaves,
Gerry Rafferty,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
D'Angelo,
Reuben Wilson,
Motorama,
The Evens,
The Kinks,
Buzzcocks,
Television Personalities,
The Toasters,
the Bar-Kays,
Quando Quango,
Excepter,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Graham Central Station,
Hasil Adkins,
The Slits,
Unrelated Segments,
The Young Rascals,
Popol Vuh,
PIL,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.