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 Paraguay and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 Tehran and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Fad Gadget to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Morten Harket. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fall 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 sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a F. McDonald record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The New Christs,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Guru Guru,
Graham Central Station,
Duran Duran,
The Vogues,
Eric Dolphy,
AZ,
Tomorrow,
Masters at Work,
Boredoms,
a-ha,
The Electric Prunes,
Aloha Tigers,
Fluxion,
Y Pants,
Black Moon,
John Coltrane,
Jesper Dahlback,
Fugazi,
Easy Going,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
Eve St. Jones,
Technova,
Franke,
The Fall,
The Cramps,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
A Certain Ratio,
Urselle,
New Order,
Lucky Dragons,
Quadrant,
Hasil Adkins,
Albert Ayler,
Whodini,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Moebius,
The Monks,
David Axelrod,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Monks,
The Dead C,
Faust,
The Techniques,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Roxette,
Archie Shepp,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Todd Rundgren,
Essential Logic,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Stiv Bators,
Dennis Brown,
Bauhaus,
Amon Düül II,
The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s, The J.B.'s.
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.