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 Jordan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Wasted Youth. All the underground hits.
All Arab on Radar tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oblivians 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MDC,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Goldenarms,
Jeff Lynne,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Divine Comedy,
Supertramp,
Panda Bear,
Main Source,
This Heat,
Electric Prunes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Das Ding,
Avey Tare,
Hasil Adkins,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Babytalk,
China Crisis,
Chrome,
DJ Style,
Soulsonic Force,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
The Dave Clark Five,
Yazoo,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Görl,
LL Cool J,
Livin' Joy,
Nils Olav,
Kayak,
In Retrospect,
Terry Callier,
The American Breed,
Fear,
Eddi Front,
the Sonics,
The Pretty Things,
Black Pus,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bob Dylan,
Don Cherry,
Wally Richardson,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Joy Division,
Brass Construction,
Sun City Girls,
Anthony Braxton,
Todd Rundgren,
The Electric Prunes,
The Raincoats,
John Lydon,
Gastr Del Sol,
John Foxx,
Al Stewart,
Bizarre Inc.,
the Germs,
The Zeros,
Chris & Cosey,
The Beau Brummels,
The Move,
The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans, The Trojans.
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.