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 Chad and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 AZ. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pantaleimon 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gerry Rafferty,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Bobby Sherman,
Ultravox,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minnie Riperton,
Jeru the Damaja,
Joe Finger,
June of 44,
Joyce Sims,
Pagans,
Negative Approach,
The Zeros,
Agent Orange,
Radiopuhelimet,
Severed Heads,
Flipper,
The Buckinghams,
The Mojo Men,
Adolescents,
the Swans,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Groovy Waters,
X-101,
L. Decosne,
Michelle Simonal,
Danielle Patucci,
Morten Harket,
The Doors,
Warsaw,
Gang Starr,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Tim Buckley,
Section 25,
The Grass Roots,
Stiv Bators,
The Count Five,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Jeff Lynne,
Smog,
Bluetip,
The Pretty Things,
Schoolly D,
Iggy Pop,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eve St. Jones,
The Monks,
Bobby Byrd,
Sister Nancy,
The Wake,
Q and Not U,
Rufus Thomas,
Pierre Henry,
Stockholm Monsters,
Josef K,
Moss Icon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bronski Beat,
Lightning Bolt,
Bizarre Inc.,
Sex Pistols,
Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys, Pet Shop Boys.
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.