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 Armenia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron 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 Scratch Acid to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sound. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABBA 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Five Americans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Arab on Radar,
Loose Ends,
Toni Rubio,
Groovy Waters,
Derrick Morgan,
Deakin,
The Modern Lovers,
Vainqueur,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Ralphi Rosario,
Main Source,
Alice Coltrane,
Minny Pops,
Country Teasers,
Bang On A Can,
Roxy Music,
Nils Olav,
Sandy B,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Bush Tetras,
Don Cherry,
Ponytail,
Fluxion,
Blossom Toes,
Scion,
The Wake,
Dave Gahan,
Joey Negro,
Heaven 17,
Spoonie Gee,
Simply Red,
Unwound,
The Remains,
The Litter,
Babytalk,
Sällskapet,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Red Krayola,
The Black Dice,
Man Parrish,
The Saints,
Henry Cow,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Steve Hackett,
Pet Shop Boys,
Index,
Lakeside,
Supertramp,
Nick Fraelich,
Black Flag,
Tubeway Army,
Thee Headcoats,
The Smoke,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Nik Kershaw,
Soulsonic Force,
Banda Bassotti,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.