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 Nauru and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 Barclay James Harvest to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a rhodes 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 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deadbeat,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gang Green,
Jeff Lynne,
Gichy Dan,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Soul II Soul,
Popol Vuh,
The United States of America,
Bill Wells,
Peter and Kerry,
Whodini,
Boredoms,
Roy Ayers,
Television,
Alison Limerick,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Country Teasers,
Cybotron,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
the Soft Cell,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mad Mike,
The Golliwogs,
June Days,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Camberwell Now,
The Sound,
Essential Logic,
Magazine,
Joensuu 1685,
Sixth Finger,
The Last Poets,
Underground Resistance,
Fad Gadget,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Susan Cadogan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lyres,
Black Pus,
Stetsasonic,
Ultra Naté,
Intrusion,
Severed Heads,
The Buckinghams,
Freddie Wadling,
Bootsy Collins,
The Knickerbockers,
Section 25,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Index,
Metal Thangz,
Donny Hathaway,
Organ,
The Red Krayola,
Tropical Tobacco,
Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye, Crooked Eye.
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.