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 Lesotho and from Woodstock.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Livin' Joy to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band. All the underground hits.
All Loose Ends tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Blancmange record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Animal Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Niagra,
Marine Girls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Remains,
Dennis Brown,
The Modern Lovers,
Boredoms,
Sun Ra,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Move,
The Dirtbombs,
Negative Approach,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
World's Most,
Reuben Wilson,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
ABBA,
Kerri Chandler,
The Vogues,
Cybotron,
Livin' Joy,
Prince Buster,
Minor Threat,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers,
MC5,
The Smiths,
Carl Craig,
Hoover,
Moebius,
Roxette,
Mandrill,
Albert Ayler,
Joensuu 1685,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rhythm & Sound,
David Axelrod,
the Soft Cell,
Vainqueur,
EPMD,
Grauzone,
Organ,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Half Japanese,
China Crisis,
kango's stein massive,
Massinfluence,
Brass Construction,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pulsallama,
Au Pairs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Nik Kershaw,
ABC,
Fela Kuti,
Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow, Tomorrow.
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.