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 St Lucia and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Hong Kong.
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 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 Fat Boys to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Nas. All the underground hits.
All Neil Young & Crazy Horse tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Saints record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux 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?
Wally Richardson,
Pylon,
The Doors,
The Neon Judgement,
The Real Kids,
The Star Department,
Rufus Thomas,
Main Source,
Camberwell Now,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Goldenarms,
Gichy Dan,
Vainqueur,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Robert Wyatt,
Frankie Knuckles,
Jacob Miller,
Derrick May,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
New Age Steppers,
The Fortunes,
AZ,
Bob Dylan,
Ralphi Rosario,
the Association,
Swell Maps,
Steve Hackett,
Radio Birdman,
The Associates,
James White and The Blacks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Dennis Brown,
Colin Newman,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Whodini,
Second Layer,
Tubeway Army,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stetsasonic,
The Red Krayola,
The Knickerbockers,
Moebius,
Boogie Down Productions,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gap Band,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Mojo Men,
Big Daddy Kane,
Man Parrish,
D'Angelo,
Pantaleimon,
ABC,
John Holt,
The Fire Engines,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Flash Fearless,
Depeche Mode,
Deakin,
Lower 48,
The Remains,
John Cale,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.