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 Italy and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 The Move to the jazz 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All Trumans Water tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every UT record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Durutti Column record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Organ,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Hasil Adkins,
The Associates,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Toni Rubio,
Bauhaus,
Robert Wyatt,
Half Japanese,
Minutemen,
Q65,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Monolake,
the Germs,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sam Rivers,
Boredoms,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker,
Zero Boys,
Derrick May,
Jeff Lynne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Marvin Gaye,
Deakin,
Eric Copeland,
Man Parrish,
John Cale,
Stockholm Monsters,
Dawn Penn,
Gong,
Bill Near,
Rosa Yemen,
10cc,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Index,
Gil Scott Heron,
Babytalk,
June of 44,
A Certain Ratio,
Young Marble Giants,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Last Poets,
Bootsy Collins,
The Detroit Cobras,
David Axelrod,
Matthew Halsall,
Aloha Tigers,
Theoretical Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
AZ,
Wasted Youth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
the Normal,
Make Up,
The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy, The Divine Comedy.
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.