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 Seychelles and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Sight & Sound to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Joe Smooth. All the underground hits.
All James Chance & The Contortions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Make Up record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Smog,
Interpol,
The Mighty Diamonds,
R.M.O.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Stooges,
Second Layer,
Symarip,
Max Romeo,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Funkadelic,
The Flesh Eaters,
Gang of Four,
Tom Boy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Hoover,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Boogie Down Productions,
Brothers Johnson,
UT,
Josef K,
KRS-One,
Black Moon,
Goldenarms,
The Young Rascals,
The Associates,
The Walker Brothers,
Susan Cadogan,
Urselle,
The Move,
the Germs,
Brick,
The Slits,
Ultimate Spinach,
Rosa Yemen,
Dark Day,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Cecil Taylor,
Pantytec,
Reagan Youth,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gladiators,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
In Retrospect,
Rufus Thomas,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
The Litter,
X-101,
Tim Buckley,
Animal Collective,
Nils Olav,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Television,
Ohio Players,
Stetsasonic,
Thee Headcoats,
Sound Behaviour,
Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz, Metal Thangz.
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.