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 Dominican Republic and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 linndrum 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Human League. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Godley & Creme record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Average White Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
David McCallum,
Barrington Levy,
Glenn Branca,
Terrestrial Tones,
Yusef Lateef,
Johnny Osbourne,
Altered Images,
Masters at Work,
June Days,
The Five Americans,
Patti Smith,
Marvin Gaye,
Althea and Donna,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Dirtbombs,
Dual Sessions,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Mr. Review,
Organ,
Animal Collective,
The Pop Group,
Ituana,
Circle Jerks,
The Mojo Men,
Faust,
Neil Young,
Gabor Szabo,
the Slits,
Albert Ayler,
Los Fastidios,
Lucky Dragons,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Zeros,
Basic Channel,
The Grass Roots,
The Slackers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Matthew Halsall,
The Standells,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Associates,
Maurizio,
Eve St. Jones,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Black Bananas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hashim,
kango's stein massive,
Deadbeat,
The Gories,
Television,
Michelle Simonal,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Susan Cadogan,
Angry Samoans,
Heaven 17,
Interpol, Interpol, Interpol, Interpol.
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.