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 Sudan and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Donald Fagen 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 Scratch Acid to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Angels of Light & Akron/Family tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Main Source record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amon Düül,
Carl Craig,
Unwound,
Motorama,
Mark Hollis,
Agent Orange,
Ralphi Rosario,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Derrick Morgan,
Clear Light,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Joe Smooth,
Kaleidoscope,
Bill Near,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Smog,
the Bar-Kays,
The Vogues,
Sun City Girls,
The Modern Lovers,
Lee Hazlewood,
Spandau Ballet,
Tommy Roe,
Darondo,
Severed Heads,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ponytail,
Goldenarms,
Roxy Music,
The Doors,
Arthur Verocai,
Zapp,
The Buckinghams,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Metal Thangz,
Procol Harum,
JFA,
The Music Machine,
Man Eating Sloth,
Ornette Coleman,
8 Eyed Spy,
Patti Smith,
A Certain Ratio,
Delta 5,
Chris & Cosey,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lalann,
Groovy Waters,
The Blackbyrds,
U.S. Maple,
Judy Mowatt,
Monks,
The Victims,
John Foxx,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.