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 Burkina and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 oboe 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 Iggy Pop to the rock kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 L. Decosne. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slick Rick 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Jeru the Damaja,
Funky Four + One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sun City Girls,
ABC,
Lower 48,
Thee Headcoats,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
10cc,
Panda Bear,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Suicide,
Whodini,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Victims,
Scratch Acid,
Bobby Sherman,
Joy Division,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
AZ,
Radiohead,
the Human League,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
LL Cool J,
Section 25,
Babytalk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ornette Coleman,
Max Romeo,
Lindisfarne,
The Human League,
Circle Jerks,
Minnie Riperton,
Ossler,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Kinks,
Amazonics,
The Offenders,
Todd Rundgren,
Delta 5,
Brand Nubian,
The Gories,
EPMD,
In Retrospect,
Erasure,
Albert Ayler,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Rekid,
Quando Quango,
MDC,
Bush Tetras,
Throbbing Gristle,
Ronnie Foster,
Al Stewart,
Shuggie Otis,
Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon, Peter & Gordon.
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.