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 Bolivia and from Winnipeg.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Donald Fagen 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 Clear Light to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Godley & Creme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camouflage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a LL Cool J record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
Todd Rundgren,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Camberwell Now,
Television,
Procol Harum,
Delta 5,
The J.B.'s,
Wasted Youth,
Rekid,
Cecil Taylor,
Sugar Minott,
Jacob Miller,
Stereo Dub,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Scion,
Average White Band,
Rotary Connection,
The Doobie Brothers,
Anakelly,
Scott Walker,
Pantytec,
Lebanon Hanover,
Isaac Hayes,
China Crisis,
Sister Nancy,
Judy Mowatt,
Silicon Teens,
Rakim,
Saccharine Trust,
Siglo XX,
Electric Prunes,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ronan,
Public Enemy,
Donny Hathaway,
New Age Steppers,
Quantec,
Fela Kuti,
New Order,
Tim Buckley,
Moby Grape,
The Gap Band,
The Beau Brummels,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Fuzztones,
The Litter,
Panda Bear,
Man Parrish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Absolute Body Control,
Bobby Womack,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Marmalade,
The Selecter,
Unwound,
Half Japanese,
John Lydon,
Roxette,
Lou Reed,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.