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 China and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 The Fortunes to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Deadbeat. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Livin' Joy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flipper,
Cecil Taylor,
Au Pairs,
James White and The Blacks,
Outsiders,
John Holt,
Deadbeat,
Chris & Cosey,
The Doors,
U.S. Maple,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Durutti Column,
Sugar Minott,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bronski Beat,
Tropical Tobacco,
Rhythm & Sound,
Delon & Dalcan,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Barry Ungar,
Rosa Yemen,
Yazoo,
The Last Poets,
New York Dolls,
Parry Music,
Jerry's Kids,
Camberwell Now,
KRS-One,
The Fall,
Idris Muhammad,
The Skatalites,
Marshall Jefferson,
Shoche,
Harmonia,
Bill Wells,
the Association,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
FM Einheit,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Shadows of Knight,
Susan Cadogan,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harpers Bizarre,
Monolake,
Animal Collective,
Slick Rick,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Nick Fraelich,
Excepter,
Pylon,
Minutemen,
UT,
the Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Junior Murvin,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Q and Not U,
Ponytail,
Hardrive,
Anthony Braxton,
Thee Headcoats,
Roxette,
The Human League, The Human League, The Human League, The Human League.
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.