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 Jordan and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 8 Eyed Spy to the electroclash 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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Visage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jacob Miller,
Electric Prunes,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Suburban Knight,
Liliput,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
the Germs,
Bluetip,
Jimmy McGriff,
Absolute Body Control,
The Star Department,
Au Pairs,
Bill Wells,
Judy Mowatt,
Ludus,
Trumans Water,
Khruangbin,
Tommy Roe,
The Monochrome Set,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Parry Music,
Lou Reed,
Thee Headcoats,
Magma,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ultra Naté,
Wire,
Rotary Connection,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Drexciya,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
The J.B.'s,
Outsiders,
Swans,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Seeds,
Pere Ubu,
The Slits,
Lightning Bolt,
Sonic Youth,
The United States of America,
Little Man,
The Flesh Eaters,
Technova,
Camouflage,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Byron Stingily,
Brick,
The Gladiators,
Anakelly,
New Age Steppers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
In Retrospect,
Hashim,
Bobby Womack,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Black Sheep,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.