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 Nicaragua and from Beijing.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 theremin 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 Wings to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Fat Boys,
Donald Byrd,
The Saints,
The Monochrome Set,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
Symarip,
Roxy Music,
World's Most,
Infiniti,
The Moleskins,
John Cale,
China Crisis,
Thee Headcoats,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Eden Ahbez,
New York Dolls,
Radiohead,
Masters at Work,
Marine Girls,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Misunderstood,
Accadde A,
Visage,
The Techniques,
The Velvet Underground,
Faust,
Mo-Dettes,
Monks,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Arcadia,
Japan,
This Heat,
Fela Kuti,
Robert Hood,
David Axelrod,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Bootsy Collins,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Soft Cell,
The Fugs,
Sällskapet,
U.S. Maple,
Sparks,
Excepter,
The Divine Comedy,
Roger Hodgson,
Whodini,
Tears for Fears,
Lucky Dragons,
Godley & Creme,
FM Einheit,
Franke,
Roxette,
Bang On A Can,
Blake Baxter,
Cameo,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
PIL,
Model 500,
The Grass Roots,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.