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 Grenada and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1960 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 808 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 Country Teasers to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All David Axelrod tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Main Source,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Nas,
U.S. Maple,
Fad Gadget,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Curtis Mayfield,
Grauzone,
The Move,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Tubeway Army,
Michelle Simonal,
Basic Channel,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Slackers,
Sex Pistols,
10cc,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The United States of America,
The Dirtbombs,
The New Christs,
The Human League,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
June of 44,
Aural Exciters,
Thompson Twins,
Second Layer,
Erykah Badu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Janne Schatter,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Howard Jones,
Moss Icon,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
ABC,
Echospace,
Swell Maps,
The Blackbyrds,
The Cowsills,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Porter Ricks,
Radiohead,
John Cale,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Brick,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
Altered Images,
Sparks,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Chrome,
Can, Can, Can, Can.
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.