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 Monaco and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 1980 at the first Cybotron practice in a loft in Detroit.
I was working on the sitar 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 Sun City Girls to the funk 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 Model 500. All the underground hits.
All Tim Buckley tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every This Heat 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Soul II Soul record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
T.S.O.L.,
Black Pus,
Crime,
Angry Samoans,
Johnny Osbourne,
Motorama,
Morten Harket,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Fire Engines,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Jeff Mills,
Das Ding,
The Kinks,
Joensuu 1685,
Josef K,
Tom Boy,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Robert Wyatt,
The Wake,
Oneida,
E-Dancer,
Camouflage,
8 Eyed Spy,
Nick Fraelich,
Tomorrow,
Ralphi Rosario,
The Mojo Men,
Janne Schatter,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
The Slits,
Marmalade,
Jawbox,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Star Department,
Steve Hackett,
The Gladiators,
Ultravox,
Pagans,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Maurizio,
Amon Düül,
Radio Birdman,
Animal Collective,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Neon Judgement,
Sonny Sharrock,
Jacques Brel,
Gil Scott Heron,
Kevin Saunderson,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Sound Behaviour,
Basic Channel,
Scrapy,
Amazonics,
ABC,
Scion,
Scratch Acid,
Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot, Fort Wilson Riot.
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.