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 Japan and from Manchester.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 mellotron sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Sexual Harrassment to the dance 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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Electric Light Orchestra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Circle Jerks,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Spandau Ballet,
Marc Almond,
Niagra,
Leonard Cohen,
Y Pants,
These Immortal Souls,
Aloha Tigers,
Soulsonic Force,
Freddie Wadling,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Alarm Clocks,
Pantytec,
The Vogues,
Todd Terry,
The Standells,
Agitation Free,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Germs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy Collins,
Boz Scaggs,
The Dead C,
Andrew Hill,
New Order,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lyres,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Main Source,
Pharoah Sanders,
Ronnie Foster,
The Misunderstood,
Rosa Yemen,
Lakeside,
The Grass Roots,
Arcadia,
Aaron Thompson,
T.S.O.L.,
Sixth Finger,
The Cure,
A Certain Ratio,
Sam Rivers,
The Remains,
John Holt,
Joensuu 1685,
Roxette,
Yellowson,
Schoolly D,
Procol Harum,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Shadows of Knight,
Maleditus Sound,
The Tremeloes,
Q and Not U,
Rod Modell,
Animal Collective,
Deakin,
Blake Baxter,
Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange, Blancmange.
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.