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 Israel and from Toronto.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Spokane.
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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Roger Hodgson to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Electric Light Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New Order record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Swell Maps,
Cameo,
Blake Baxter,
Schoolly D,
Joensuu 1685,
The Invisible,
Smog,
Second Layer,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
The Searchers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Gabor Szabo,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Max Romeo,
EPMD,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Electric Prunes,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Busters,
Judy Mowatt,
Janne Schatter,
Japan,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Quantec,
Rhythm & Sound,
Ultra Naté,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Sarah Menescal,
Audionom,
Negative Approach,
Groovy Waters,
Tommy Roe,
Sun City Girls,
Stetsasonic,
Althea and Donna,
John Foxx,
ABC,
Marshall Jefferson,
Eurythmics,
The Evens,
Gerry Rafferty,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Blossom Toes,
Underground Resistance,
The Fortunes,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Prince Buster,
Black Moon,
Mad Mike,
Easy Going,
Y Pants,
June of 44,
Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound, Sight & Sound.
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.