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 Armenia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Ice-T to the jazz 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 Tomorrow. All the underground hits.
All The Evens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Ponytail,
The Slackers,
Delta 5,
The Evens,
Bad Manners,
The Gladiators,
The Fall,
The Mojo Men,
Cluster,
Aloha Tigers,
Scan 7,
Sarah Menescal,
The Buckinghams,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Trojans,
The Residents,
Unrelated Segments,
Pet Shop Boys,
World's Most,
Minor Threat,
the Human League,
Absolute Body Control,
Interpol,
OOIOO,
The Last Poets,
La Düsseldorf,
T.S.O.L.,
Rites of Spring,
The Music Machine,
X-102,
The Vogues,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Victims,
The Moody Blues,
The Associates,
Albert Ayler,
Thompson Twins,
The Gories,
Ossler,
The Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
In Retrospect,
One Last Wish,
Cheater Slicks,
The Pretty Things,
Scion,
FM Einheit,
Aural Exciters,
Blancmange,
Underground Resistance,
L. Decosne,
the Bar-Kays,
Thee Headcoats,
The Tremeloes,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Neu!,
Smog,
Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep, Black Sheep.
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.