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 United Kingdom and from Cairo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Velvet Underground to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Index. All the underground hits.
All The Searchers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Suburban Knight record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy's Rubber Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jerry Gold Smith,
ABBA,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Sight & Sound,
Roger Hodgson,
the Association,
David Axelrod,
Lou Christie,
The Gories,
The Trojans,
Sparks,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Blackbyrds,
The Vogues,
The Knickerbockers,
Sixth Finger,
Andrew Hill,
Ralphi Rosario,
FM Einheit,
Crooked Eye,
Albert Ayler,
Audionom,
Scrapy,
Sam Rivers,
Toni Rubio,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
DNA,
Marvin Gaye,
Lindisfarne,
The Pop Group,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Tommy Roe,
Scientists,
Q65,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lou Reed,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eli Mardock,
Panda Bear,
U.S. Maple,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Vladislav Delay,
Section 25,
The Modern Lovers,
Trumans Water,
The Flesh Eaters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Animal Collective,
The Stooges,
Faraquet,
Infiniti,
Eurythmics,
Kas Product,
Todd Rundgren,
Brothers Johnson,
Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth, Wasted Youth.
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.