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 Estonia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 sitar sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 The Gladiators to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Monochrome Set. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Victims,
Jeff Lynne,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Jandek,
Marmalade,
Pussy Galore,
David Axelrod,
Be Bop Deluxe,
John Foxx,
The Sonics,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Josef K,
Aaron Thompson,
Arthur Verocai,
In Retrospect,
Talk Talk,
Joe Smooth,
The Black Dice,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Unwound,
Lou Christie,
Little Man,
The Velvet Underground,
Fela Kuti,
Metal Thangz,
Jawbox,
The Sound,
Mad Mike,
Jacob Miller,
X-102,
The Shadows of Knight,
Make Up,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Skatalites,
Trumans Water,
Carl Craig,
Fluxion,
Ludus,
Max Romeo,
Ice-T,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Gories,
Kenny Larkin,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
Niagra,
Stetsasonic,
The Knickerbockers,
Iggy Pop,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gang Green,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Litter,
10cc,
The Gun Club,
Henry Cow,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.