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 Kenya and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Taipei.
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 1967 at the first Rodriguez practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 the Sonics to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All Ossler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Henry Cow,
Babytalk,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Hardrive,
Adolescents,
Brick,
Fugazi,
Inner City,
Stereo Dub,
Deakin,
David Axelrod,
Kerrie Biddell,
Negative Approach,
Roxy Music,
48th St. Collective,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Fuzztones,
The Skatalites,
Roger Hodgson,
Derrick May,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
the Germs,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Minutemen,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Mr. Review,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Beau Brummels,
The Smiths,
Technova,
Model 500,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Fall,
Circle Jerks,
The Blackbyrds,
Bronski Beat,
Marine Girls,
Lou Christie,
Make Up,
Iggy Pop,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Shoche,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roxette,
Smog,
Niagra,
Archie Shepp,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Motions,
Rhythm & Sound,
Yazoo,
Tommy Roe,
Leonard Cohen,
The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice, The Black Dice.
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.