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 Australia and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Kings Of Tomorrow to the rock 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 Altered Images. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Chrome record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Desert Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Electric Prunes,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Knickerbockers,
Anthony Braxton,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stereo Dub,
X-102,
Eve St. Jones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bobby Byrd,
James White and The Blacks,
Monks,
Q and Not U,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Gories,
Delta 5,
The Move,
Drive Like Jehu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
June of 44,
The Flesh Eaters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
JFA,
The Leaves,
The Raincoats,
A Certain Ratio,
Sällskapet,
The Victims,
the Bar-Kays,
The Standells,
Gang Gang Dance,
T. Rex,
Whodini,
The Sonics,
Buzzcocks,
Tears for Fears,
The Modern Lovers,
In Retrospect,
Erykah Badu,
Yaz,
Graham Central Station,
The Human League,
Skarface,
Gang of Four,
Ponytail,
Marshall Jefferson,
the Sonics,
Dead Boys,
Au Pairs,
The Gap Band,
MC5,
Janne Schatter,
Ice-T,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud, Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud.
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.