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 Equatorial Guinea and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Pole to the funk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Adolescents. All the underground hits.
All Mission of Burma tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erykah Badu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Ten City,
Crispy Ambulance,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jacob Miller,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
The Stooges,
Radio Birdman,
Traffic Nightmare,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie,
Urselle,
Derrick May,
Marc Almond,
the Association,
Cal Tjader,
Bill Wells,
Das Ding,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Names,
Procol Harum,
Skaos,
Jeff Mills,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Selecter,
the Human League,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Joensuu 1685,
AZ,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Excepter,
Tomorrow,
John Lydon,
Dennis Brown,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101,
Tommy Roe,
Man Parrish,
Isaac Hayes,
Shoche,
Bill Near,
Wire,
Kerri Chandler,
Johnny Clarke,
Ultravox,
OOIOO,
Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Cramps,
The Skatalites,
Sugar Minott,
One Last Wish,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cameo,
Oblivians,
Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra, Electric Light Orchestra.
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.