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 Equatorial Guinea and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 theremin 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 crunk 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 The Young Rascals. All the underground hits.
All Smog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Pretty Things 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sly & The Family Stone record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
Minutemen,
Jeff Lynne,
Q65,
Sister Nancy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Model 500,
Joe Smooth,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Tremeloes,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Dawn Penn,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Piero Umiliani,
Yazoo,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Tubeway Army,
The Fuzztones,
Pierre Henry,
Masters at Work,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
FM Einheit,
Stetsasonic,
Leonard Cohen,
a-ha,
The Seeds,
Jandek,
Alton Ellis,
Mars,
Kurtis Blow,
Rekid,
Fat Boys,
The Young Rascals,
Scratch Acid,
The Index,
The Misunderstood,
Arab on Radar,
Animal Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Boz Scaggs,
Accadde A,
The Real Kids,
Smog,
Slick Rick,
Whodini,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Cybotron,
Metal Thangz,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Lindisfarne,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hashim,
Danielle Patucci,
The Electric Prunes,
Depeche Mode,
UT,
Marcia Griffiths,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.