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 Benin and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Royal Trux 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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Swans 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 a theremin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
8 Eyed Spy,
Maurizio,
the Slits,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sonics,
Quando Quango,
Organ,
Dark Day,
Sandy B,
The Litter,
The Shadows of Knight,
Main Source,
Whodini,
The Barracudas,
Depeche Mode,
Severed Heads,
Robert Hood,
New York Dolls,
Easy Going,
Soulsonic Force,
Deakin,
Bluetip,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Rod Modell,
Hashim,
Section 25,
Camouflage,
Neu!,
Nils Olav,
Jeff Lynne,
Joe Smooth,
Blake Baxter,
Yazoo,
Steve Hackett,
Bill Near,
Radio Birdman,
Boz Scaggs,
Moebius,
Scan 7,
Thompson Twins,
48th St. Collective,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Donny Hathaway,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Gap Band,
New Age Steppers,
Roger Hodgson,
Eddi Front,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Buzzcocks,
H. Thieme,
Roxy Music,
Derrick May,
Black Bananas,
The J.B.'s,
The Doobie Brothers,
Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys, Fat Boys.
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.