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 Russia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 The Fire Engines to the disco 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 Index. All the underground hits.
All the Bar-Kays tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every In Retrospect record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Icehouse record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Maleditus Sound,
OOIOO,
The Kinks,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Pet Shop Boys,
Mars,
The Young Rascals,
Big Daddy Kane,
Wolf Eyes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sandy B,
The Happenings,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
L. Decosne,
The Divine Comedy,
Talk Talk,
Fat Boys,
The Real Kids,
the Soft Cell,
Easy Going,
John Coltrane,
Inner City,
Joy Division,
The Dead C,
Ronan,
Amon Düül II,
The Misunderstood,
Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
E-Dancer,
Los Fastidios,
Juan Atkins,
T. Rex,
The Flesh Eaters,
Babytalk,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lalann,
Shoche,
10cc,
Funkadelic,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Tres Demented,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bauhaus,
Agitation Free,
Howard Jones,
Bobby Womack,
Crispy Ambulance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pole,
The Durutti Column,
Beasts of Bourbon,
New York Dolls,
The Neon Judgement,
Faraquet,
The Pretty Things,
Wasted Youth,
Gerry Rafferty,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Wings, Wings, Wings, Wings.
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.