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 Costa Rica and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the organ 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 Dirtbombs to the dance kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Motions,
Audionom,
Pole,
Agent Orange,
Yazoo,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Radio Birdman,
Deakin,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Terry Callier,
Crooked Eye,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jawbox,
Pussy Galore,
Smog,
Matthew Halsall,
Ronnie Foster,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Fatback Band,
Yusef Lateef,
Symarip,
Judy Mowatt,
Chris & Cosey,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sixth Finger,
Guru Guru,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nik Kershaw,
John Foxx,
Lungfish,
Warsaw,
Jacques Brel,
The Zeros,
Babytalk,
Bobby Sherman,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Urselle,
Y Pants,
Mission of Burma,
Archie Shepp,
Drexciya,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joe Finger,
Laurel Aitken,
Amon Düül II,
DJ Sneak,
D'Angelo,
Panda Bear,
Can,
Howard Jones,
E-Dancer,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.