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 Bahamas and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 linndrum 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 The Standells to the disco 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All The Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sex Pistols,
kango's stein massive,
Unrelated Segments,
Laurel Aitken,
Funkadelic,
Lee Hazlewood,
Byron Stingily,
Outsiders,
Cameo,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Model 500,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wolf Eyes,
Mad Mike,
Fear,
Boz Scaggs,
Spandau Ballet,
Harmonia,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wire,
Black Moon,
The Divine Comedy,
Maleditus Sound,
Flipper,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jawbox,
Au Pairs,
Aswad,
Chrome,
Ornette Coleman,
The J.B.'s,
T.S.O.L.,
Anthony Braxton,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sällskapet,
Avey Tare,
Eddi Front,
Symarip,
Idris Muhammad,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Danielle Patucci,
Jimmy McGriff,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Con Funk Shun,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Five Americans,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Brick,
The Invisible,
Intrusion,
Quantec,
Slave,
Joey Negro,
Jeff Lynne,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of 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.