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 France and from Accra.
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 1963 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Iggy Pop to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sunsets and Hearts. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every D'Angelo 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Smoke,
The Fall,
Supertramp,
The Angels of Light,
Shuggie Otis,
Eve St. Jones,
ABC,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
Depeche Mode,
Aural Exciters,
Yusef Lateef,
Loose Ends,
Joe Finger,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Laurel Aitken,
F. McDonald,
Amazonics,
Zapp,
Delta 5,
Boogie Down Productions,
Technova,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Cowsills,
Kas Product,
Arab on Radar,
L. Decosne,
LL Cool J,
Liliput,
Warsaw,
John Holt,
Dennis Brown,
Donny Hathaway,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Surgeon,
Man Parrish,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Alice Coltrane,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Tropical Tobacco,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Martian,
Arthur Verocai,
Howard Jones,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.