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 Rwanda and from Manila.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Skriet to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Evens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lakeside record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Schoolly D,
Q65,
Joensuu 1685,
Magma,
The Golliwogs,
The Buckinghams,
Amon Düül II,
X-Ray Spex,
Reuben Wilson,
Public Image Ltd.,
Jesper Dahlback,
Make Up,
The Martian,
B.T. Express,
Skaos,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
A Certain Ratio,
Ossler,
Junior Murvin,
Negative Approach,
Marshall Jefferson,
Scratch Acid,
Outsiders,
the Normal,
D'Angelo,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Maurizio,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Joe Finger,
Tears for Fears,
Theoretical Girls,
Minny Pops,
Shoche,
The Barracudas,
World's Most,
The Motions,
Oblivians,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Neon Judgement,
Amon Düül,
UT,
Lucky Dragons,
a-ha,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Blackbyrds,
The Moleskins,
Sister Nancy,
The Stooges,
Tubeway Army,
The Fall,
Porter Ricks,
Camberwell Now,
The Seeds,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Johnny Osbourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
Circle Jerks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach, Ultimate Spinach.
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.