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 Switzerland and from Spokane.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Manila.
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 The Monks to the jazz kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Nico. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bob Dylan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a K-Klass record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
D'Angelo,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
The J.B.'s,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Arthur Verocai,
The Busters,
Blancmange,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Fad Gadget,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eyeless In Gaza,
the Soft Cell,
Toni Rubio,
Index,
Johnny Osbourne,
Rotary Connection,
Amon Düül,
Boz Scaggs,
Second Layer,
Spoonie Gee,
Maleditus Sound,
Aloha Tigers,
Wally Richardson,
Half Japanese,
Rakim,
Visage,
Gang Green,
The Mummies,
Rufus Thomas,
Ossler,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Donny Hathaway,
The New Christs,
Bob Dylan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Joyce Sims,
Bang On A Can,
Hot Snakes,
Derrick May,
Marvin Gaye,
Gastr Del Sol,
Lalo Schifrin,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funkadelic,
Erykah Badu,
The Fortunes,
LL Cool J,
Ponytail,
Steve Hackett,
Young Marble Giants,
Subhumans,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Whodini,
The Fire Engines,
Scrapy,
Joy Division,
Spandau Ballet,
Sam Rivers,
Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson, Reuben Wilson.
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.