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 Niger and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 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 Angels of Light to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Drive Like Jehu. All the underground hits.
All The Blues Magoos tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The United States of America record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a E-Dancer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Trumans Water,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Scott Walker,
The Fortunes,
Erykah Badu,
Country Teasers,
Graham Central Station,
Mo-Dettes,
John Coltrane,
Erasure,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Buckinghams,
The J.B.'s,
Tomorrow,
The Gun Club,
Dark Day,
Outsiders,
The Star Department,
One Last Wish,
E-Dancer,
the Association,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Peter and Kerry,
LL Cool J,
The Motions,
Gabor Szabo,
Liliput,
Ronnie Foster,
Iggy Pop,
The Smiths,
Donald Byrd,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
Lucky Dragons,
Depeche Mode,
Yazoo,
Ice-T,
Brick,
Mission of Burma,
June of 44,
Newcleus,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lou Christie,
Guru Guru,
Aloha Tigers,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Camouflage,
Wings,
Tropical Tobacco,
Alice Coltrane,
Pole,
Masters at Work,
Grauzone,
The Moody Blues,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Radio Birdman,
Yellowson,
Monks,
Loose Ends,
The Pretty Things,
Blake Baxter,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.