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 Suriname and from New York.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Jeff Lynne to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 MC5. All the underground hits.
All The Black Dice tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a X-102 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Black Flag,
The Trojans,
Mary Jane Girls,
Rapeman,
Lou Reed,
Arcadia,
Con Funk Shun,
The Smoke,
The Red Krayola,
Malaria!,
Marvin Gaye,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Animal Collective,
Tres Demented,
Rotary Connection,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Monochrome Set,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Television Personalities,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Wally Richardson,
Technova,
John Holt,
Zapp,
Quando Quango,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Saccharine Trust,
June of 44,
La Düsseldorf,
Hoover,
A Certain Ratio,
Bob Dylan,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Sixth Finger,
Faraquet,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
Radiohead,
The Slackers,
New Age Steppers,
The Young Rascals,
Danielle Patucci,
The Black Dice,
Sun City Girls,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Avey Tare,
UT,
Ultra Naté,
Bobby Womack,
FM Einheit,
Skarface,
Metal Thangz,
Mark Hollis,
Los Fastidios,
Todd Rundgren,
Dawn Penn,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Raincoats,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.