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 Fiji 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 U.S. Maple to the dance 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 Lebanon Hanover. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minny Pops 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Lee Hazlewood,
Television,
Piero Umiliani,
Peter and Kerry,
Pulsallama,
The Pretty Things,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Bill Wells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Lower 48,
Arab on Radar,
The Pop Group,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
The Fortunes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
Byron Stingily,
These Immortal Souls,
Funkadelic,
The Names,
Supertramp,
Alton Ellis,
Slick Rick,
Flamin' Groovies,
Organ,
New York Dolls,
Shoche,
the Human League,
Little Man,
Archie Shepp,
Scientists,
Flash Fearless,
Sparks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
Zero Boys,
Tubeway Army,
Marine Girls,
MDC,
David Axelrod,
Dual Sessions,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
Basic Channel,
Reuben Wilson,
Franke,
Mandrill,
The Martian,
The Sonics,
Banda Bassotti,
Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!, Girls At Our Best!.
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.