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 Ethiopia and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
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 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 the Human League to the techno 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 Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Blossom Toes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
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 Leaves record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Pierre Henry,
Reagan Youth,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Brick,
Audionom,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
10cc,
Scrapy,
Oneida,
Brand Nubian,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Camouflage,
Drexciya,
The Zeros,
Bobby Womack,
Grey Daturas,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Bush Tetras,
Blancmange,
Television,
Model 500,
The Searchers,
The Toasters,
Grandmaster Flash,
Deepchord,
The Trojans,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Boz Scaggs,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Half Japanese,
La Düsseldorf,
Nick Fraelich,
Robert Görl,
K-Klass,
Tears for Fears,
The Sonics,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dead C,
Lower 48,
Barclay James Harvest,
Mary Jane Girls,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gong,
Urselle,
Pussy Galore,
Bob Dylan,
Reuben Wilson,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Buzzcocks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
DNA,
The Skatalites,
Michelle Simonal,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Subhumans,
Radiohead,
Camberwell Now,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ultra Naté,
Sonic Youth,
Flash Fearless,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.