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 Sri Lanka and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and London.
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 synthesizer 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 Rufus Thomas to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Faust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Sparks,
The Misunderstood,
Aloha Tigers,
The Move,
Toni Rubio,
Bobby Byrd,
David Bowie,
Moebius,
The Happenings,
Gregory Isaacs,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rod Modell,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Spoonie Gee,
Max Romeo,
Alice Coltrane,
Mr. Review,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Clarke,
Harmonia,
Janne Schatter,
Oneida,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Camouflage,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Todd Rundgren,
The Zeros,
The Stooges,
L. Decosne,
ABBA,
Derrick May,
The Electric Prunes,
Drexciya,
Fifty Foot Hose,
John Cale,
Organ,
Erykah Badu,
Can,
Model 500,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
Underground Resistance,
Infiniti,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
X-102,
The Red Krayola,
Chris & Cosey,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
MC5,
Sister Nancy,
Nick Fraelich,
Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms, Goldenarms.
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.