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 Philippines and from Toronto.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Crash Course in Science to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 ABBA. All the underground hits.
All Ajijia Myrayebe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Tommy Roe,
Mantronix,
Black Flag,
The Toasters,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Last Poets,
Leonard Cohen,
Joe Finger,
Stetsasonic,
Index,
Pagans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Pierre Henry,
Boogie Down Productions,
This Heat,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drive Like Jehu,
New Age Steppers,
Gastr Del Sol,
the Human League,
Morten Harket,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Jesper Dahlback,
Archie Shepp,
New Order,
Qualms,
The Fuzztones,
Bang On A Can,
Jerry's Kids,
The Dirtbombs,
Barry Ungar,
The Real Kids,
Iggy Pop,
Radiohead,
Panda Bear,
Boz Scaggs,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Severed Heads,
The Beau Brummels,
Fat Boys,
Slick Rick,
Jawbox,
Rapeman,
Deakin,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Laurel Aitken,
Kerri Chandler,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Throbbing Gristle,
Goldenarms,
Rites of Spring,
The Blackbyrds,
The Walker Brothers,
Radiopuhelimet,
Aural Exciters,
Lalo Schifrin,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Angels of Light,
Pulsallama,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.