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 Sierra Leone and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Lyon.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin 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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse to the punk 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 Dark Day. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marmalade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June Days record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Flamin' Groovies,
Ultravox,
Spandau Ballet,
The Leaves,
Man Parrish,
Alphaville,
Rotary Connection,
Slave,
Roxy Music,
These Immortal Souls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
The Gun Club,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Schoolly D,
Eve St. Jones,
Bronski Beat,
Jacob Miller,
Scratch Acid,
Scan 7,
Flipper,
Ice-T,
JFA,
John Holt,
Harry Pussy,
D'Angelo,
Motorama,
This Heat,
The Monks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Soul II Soul,
Slick Rick,
Lungfish,
The Star Department,
The Cowsills,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
The Victims,
The Monochrome Set,
Scott Walker,
The Martian,
Massinfluence,
The Motions,
Soft Cell,
Royal Trux,
Janne Schatter,
Laurel Aitken,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
MC5,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Skatalites,
Pole,
Lou Christie,
Scientists,
The Barracudas,
Anakelly,
Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs, Gregory Isaacs.
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.