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 Belarus and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 Tokyo and Tokyo.
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 808 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 Zeros to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 This Heat. All the underground hits.
All The Barracudas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pop Group,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bootsy Collins,
Spandau Ballet,
Colin Newman,
The Buckinghams,
Juan Atkins,
Robert Wyatt,
Porter Ricks,
Animal Collective,
Rites of Spring,
the Human League,
Public Enemy,
Fear,
Pet Shop Boys,
Henry Cow,
Roger Hodgson,
Neil Young,
Royal Trux,
Jacques Brel,
Alice Coltrane,
Skaos,
Ossler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Rakim,
Alton Ellis,
Goldenarms,
8 Eyed Spy,
T. Rex,
Al Stewart,
Scan 7,
Pantytec,
The Blackbyrds,
The Martian,
Tim Buckley,
John Holt,
Drive Like Jehu,
Man Eating Sloth,
Shuggie Otis,
The Residents,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Last Poets,
The Tremeloes,
Frankie Knuckles,
Thompson Twins,
Funkadelic,
Wire,
The Beau Brummels,
Excepter,
The Fire Engines,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Star Department,
Talk Talk,
Spoonie Gee,
Bizarre Inc.,
Liliput,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sixth Finger,
Minny Pops,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Ornette Coleman,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.