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 Samoa and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 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 Neil Young to the crunk 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 Ten City. All the underground hits.
All Rod Modell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Faraquet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
June of 44,
Kaleidoscope,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Marcia Griffiths,
Animal Collective,
The Smiths,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camouflage,
Mission of Burma,
Erykah Badu,
Slick Rick,
The Red Krayola,
Babytalk,
Public Image Ltd.,
The J.B.'s,
Pet Shop Boys,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
Unrelated Segments,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
X-101,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
David Axelrod,
Derrick Morgan,
Ronan,
Dennis Brown,
Trumans Water,
Marmalade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Carl Craig,
Mr. Review,
Black Flag,
Black Sheep,
Scott Walker,
The Gladiators,
Bobby Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Monks,
The Residents,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Sister Nancy,
The Fortunes,
Essential Logic,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Selecter,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Divine Comedy,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fatback Band,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Surgeon,
Wire,
Maurizio,
Lou Reed,
The Velvet Underground,
Ohio Players,
The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers, The Cosmic Jokers.
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.