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 Moldova and from Lille.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 MC5 to the dance 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All Iggy Pop tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Be Bop Deluxe 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
OOIOO,
Siglo XX,
Rekid,
Maleditus Sound,
Public Enemy,
Pole,
Agitation Free,
Banda Bassotti,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Residents,
The Associates,
The Dave Clark Five,
Grey Daturas,
U.S. Maple,
June Days,
a-ha,
Von Mondo,
The Walker Brothers,
Archie Shepp,
Reuben Wilson,
Robert Görl,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Talk Talk,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Cowsills,
The Blues Magoos,
Eurythmics,
David McCallum,
The Happenings,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Wake,
kango's stein massive,
the Human League,
Interpol,
Fat Boys,
Mary Jane Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Jeff Mills,
Godley & Creme,
Stiv Bators,
Das Ding,
Sugar Minott,
Cymande,
The Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Music Machine,
Wire,
Warren Ellis,
The Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Alphaville,
Anakelly,
Yazoo,
The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight, The Shadows of Knight.
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.