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 Palau and from Bremen.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Halifax.
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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 The Shadows of Knight to the rap 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 Barbara Tucker. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 808 and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Moby Grape record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
Bush Tetras,
Flash Fearless,
The Kinks,
Kurtis Blow,
Icehouse,
Bob Dylan,
Black Pus,
Lalann,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yazoo,
The Offenders,
The Knickerbockers,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Roy Ayers,
The Blackbyrds,
Morten Harket,
Skarface,
Sexual Harrassment,
Stetsasonic,
Crispian St. Peters,
the Slits,
Los Fastidios,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mission of Burma,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Funky Four + One,
Y Pants,
Delta 5,
Black Moon,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eurythmics,
Sun City Girls,
Bad Manners,
Reuben Wilson,
Aural Exciters,
The Gun Club,
Ludus,
B.T. Express,
Crooked Eye,
Cheater Slicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Deepchord,
Hoover,
The Dead C,
Groovy Waters,
Fatback Band,
Visage,
John Coltrane,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
Second Layer,
The Mojo Men,
MC5,
Joey Negro,
ABC,
The Doors,
June Days,
Swans,
The Zeros,
K-Klass,
Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger, Sixth Finger.
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.