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 El Salvador and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Jeff Lynne to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Von Mondo. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Janne Schatter record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Sixth Finger,
Soul II Soul,
Sun City Girls,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Cal Tjader,
Scrapy,
ABC,
Das Ding,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Al Stewart,
Circle Jerks,
Siglo XX,
Chrome,
X-101,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Shadows of Knight,
Warsaw,
The Doors,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Eddi Front,
MC5,
Malaria!,
The Saints,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Scion,
Marshall Jefferson,
David Axelrod,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Girls At Our Best!,
Radio Birdman,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Silicon Teens,
H. Thieme,
The Remains,
The Sound,
Bill Near,
Barry Ungar,
Steve Hackett,
Pharoah Sanders,
Magma,
Laurel Aitken,
E-Dancer,
Banda Bassotti,
Maurizio,
Archie Shepp,
Derrick Morgan,
The Searchers,
Kerrie Biddell,
Black Flag,
Wolf Eyes,
Inner City,
The Stooges,
Delta 5,
Make Up,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.