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 Macedonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 T. Rex to the grime 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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Malaria! 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Depeche Mode record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swans,
Judy Mowatt,
Barrington Levy,
Soft Machine,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Sonic Youth,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Neu!,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Last Poets,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Lakeside,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
the Normal,
The Electric Prunes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Bootsy Collins,
Barbara Tucker,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Five Americans,
The Shadows of Knight,
Yaz,
New York Dolls,
The Dave Clark Five,
Massinfluence,
Lucky Dragons,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Blackbyrds,
Glenn Branca,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
Heaven 17,
Ronan,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Anthony Braxton,
Amazonics,
New Order,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pagans,
Thompson Twins,
David Axelrod,
Isaac Hayes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Mummies,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Radiohead,
Eddi Front,
Surgeon,
8 Eyed Spy,
Sixth Finger,
Babytalk,
the Bar-Kays,
Public Image Ltd.,
Soft Cell,
Lalann,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.