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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 theremin 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 Lucky Dragons to the punk 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 Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barclay James Harvest record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mandrill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Heaven 17,
Inner City,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Delon & Dalcan,
Mantronix,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Rotary Connection,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sound Behaviour,
Black Bananas,
Parry Music,
Sonic Youth,
10cc,
Black Flag,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
CMW,
Wire,
Josef K,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
Robert Wyatt,
Monks,
Blake Baxter,
D'Angelo,
Shuggie Otis,
John Coltrane,
Malaria!,
Rapeman,
The American Breed,
The New Christs,
Funky Four + One,
The Five Americans,
The Golliwogs,
New Age Steppers,
Electric Prunes,
the Slits,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rekid,
ABBA,
The Real Kids,
The Happenings,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Mad Mike,
Terry Callier,
The Divine Comedy,
The Count Five,
Sandy B,
Albert Ayler,
Bob Dylan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Scrapy,
The Victims,
Sun Ra,
The Dead C,
Ohio Players,
Animal Collective,
Man Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.