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 Albania and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Supertramp to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Bizarre Inc.. All the underground hits.
All Sarah Menescal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Jandek,
John Cale,
Ituana,
Procol Harum,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
New York Dolls,
The Martian,
Frankie Knuckles,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
Scion,
Dave Gahan,
Japan,
Kurtis Blow,
The Moody Blues,
The Happenings,
The Red Krayola,
Royal Trux,
Joyce Sims,
Tropical Tobacco,
Mr. Review,
The Busters,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Dorothy Ashby,
Spoonie Gee,
Niagra,
The Cosmic Jokers,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chrome,
Hot Snakes,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Neil Young,
Lalo Schifrin,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Drexciya,
The Invisible,
The Dirtbombs,
Joey Negro,
Yellowson,
Oneida,
Gang Gang Dance,
The United States of America,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Wire,
Ultimate Spinach,
Los Fastidios,
The Kinks,
The Cure,
Negative Approach,
Cymande,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
the Soft Cell,
the Slits,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.