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 Zambia and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 arpeggiator 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 Arcadia to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 kango's stein massive. All the underground hits.
All Depeche Mode tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Be Bop Deluxe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Swell Maps,
EPMD,
Severed Heads,
Television,
Whodini,
The Wake,
Black Moon,
Lou Reed,
Joe Smooth,
Magma,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wolf Eyes,
John Lydon,
Deepchord,
Visage,
Aural Exciters,
Jeff Lynne,
Mark Hollis,
Mad Mike,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Gories,
Todd Terry,
Vainqueur,
Ultimate Spinach,
ABC,
Byron Stingily,
The Misunderstood,
The Count Five,
Chrome,
Barrington Levy,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monochrome Set,
Zapp,
Flamin' Groovies,
Aaron Thompson,
Fear,
Eric B and Rakim,
Symarip,
Interpol,
Brand Nubian,
Bang On A Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Offenders,
Nirvana,
Nils Olav,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nik Kershaw,
Fad Gadget,
Essential Logic,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
UT,
The Barracudas,
the Fania All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
R.M.O.,
Mission of Burma,
Reagan Youth,
Masters at Work,
David Axelrod,
Swans,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.