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 Micronesia and from Bremen.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Leonard Cohen to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 United States of America. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Scion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pet Shop Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Tommy Roe,
Girls At Our Best!,
This Heat,
Symarip,
Alphaville,
Joensuu 1685,
Marvin Gaye,
Warsaw,
Man Parrish,
Con Funk Shun,
Malaria!,
David Axelrod,
Sixth Finger,
Ten City,
Bobby Sherman,
Bluetip,
Susan Cadogan,
Isaac Hayes,
Kas Product,
Swans,
Bronski Beat,
Pussy Galore,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Marmalade,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Adolescents,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Freddie Wadling,
Model 500,
Eve St. Jones,
Section 25,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Human League,
Janne Schatter,
Porter Ricks,
Brothers Johnson,
Radio Birdman,
Metal Thangz,
Skriet,
Suburban Knight,
The Dirtbombs,
Khruangbin,
Siglo XX,
Johnny Clarke,
Barbara Tucker,
Nas,
The Cramps,
The Index,
Eric B and Rakim,
Jesper Dahlback,
Depeche Mode,
The Happenings,
Surgeon,
the Bar-Kays,
Mr. Review,
B.T. Express,
Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra, Sun Ra.
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.