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 Ireland and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Pantaleimon to the rock kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Flamin' Groovies tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythm & Sound 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Walker Brothers,
Arthur Verocai,
New Order,
Rakim,
Lakeside,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Young Rascals,
Theoretical Girls,
Index,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
John Foxx,
Skaos,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
KRS-One,
Tubeway Army,
Ituana,
Motorama,
Man Parrish,
Tomorrow,
Funky Four + One,
Roxy Music,
Supertramp,
Electric Prunes,
Erasure,
Black Bananas,
Unwound,
Flipper,
Buzzcocks,
Y Pants,
Eve St. Jones,
Albert Ayler,
The Victims,
Pet Shop Boys,
Barrington Levy,
Sparks,
Intrusion,
In Retrospect,
Scan 7,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Davy DMX,
Minny Pops,
Sixth Finger,
Japan,
Interpol,
Ultimate Spinach,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
These Immortal Souls,
Matthew Halsall,
Ossler,
Wire,
Niagra,
World's Most,
Roger Hodgson,
Jeru the Damaja,
Television Personalities,
FM Einheit,
Scion,
Dead Boys,
MC5,
Procol Harum,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Bauhaus,
Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne, Jeff Lynne.
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.