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 Guyana and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the 808 sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Lou Christie to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Radio Birdman. All the underground hits.
All T. Rex tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gap Band record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Ronan,
Maleditus Sound,
Gabor Szabo,
Jeff Mills,
The Barracudas,
Pantaleimon,
48th St. Collective,
E-Dancer,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Marc Almond,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Soft Machine,
Excepter,
AZ,
The Fuzztones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Eve St. Jones,
Ultravox,
Black Sheep,
Swell Maps,
Scan 7,
Tom Boy,
The Seeds,
Television Personalities,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Scientists,
Lightning Bolt,
Danielle Patucci,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
Wire,
David McCallum,
Barbara Tucker,
Soul Sonic Force,
Fat Boys,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Spandau Ballet,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Funky Four + One,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Groovy Waters,
Terrestrial Tones,
Davy DMX,
X-101,
Isaac Hayes,
The Evens,
Peter & Gordon,
The Blackbyrds,
Oneida,
R.M.O.,
ABBA,
JFA,
Sight & Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Accadde A,
Fad Gadget,
Fluxion,
The Busters,
Sex Pistols,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.