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 Russia and from Houston.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 The Cure to the dance 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 Trumans Water. All the underground hits.
All Suburban Knight tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Yaz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Modern Lovers,
The Gladiators,
Crispy Ambulance,
Aural Exciters,
The American Breed,
Scion,
Deepchord,
Connie Case,
Sonic Youth,
Roxy Music,
Monks,
Ossler,
Television,
The Dead C,
Tubeway Army,
Jacob Miller,
Wasted Youth,
Arcadia,
Spoonie Gee,
The Flesh Eaters,
Liliput,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gil Scott Heron,
Erykah Badu,
The Tremeloes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Brass Construction,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
T.S.O.L.,
These Immortal Souls,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Black Bananas,
Lindisfarne,
DJ Style,
the Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Crime,
Ten City,
Ultra Naté,
Eurythmics,
Maleditus Sound,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Flamin' Groovies,
Von Mondo,
Eve St. Jones,
Darondo,
Average White Band,
Lebanon Hanover,
Michelle Simonal,
The Sonics,
the Germs, the Germs, the Germs, the Germs.
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.