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 Suriname and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 organ 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 Erykah Badu to the dance kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Big Daddy Kane. All the underground hits.
All The Neon Judgement tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiohead record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Das Ding,
Gang of Four,
Tommy Roe,
Duran Duran,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Surgeon,
Matthew Halsall,
The Walker Brothers,
The Happenings,
Minor Threat,
Sixth Finger,
The Residents,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Red Krayola,
Rotary Connection,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Harpers Bizarre,
Lalo Schifrin,
Jeff Lynne,
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KRS-One,
Ronan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Fort Wilson Riot,
John Coltrane,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Silicon Teens,
Oneida,
Davy DMX,
Jawbox,
Brothers Johnson,
The Shadows of Knight,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
The Dave Clark Five,
Barclay James Harvest,
Darondo,
Deadbeat,
Siglo XX,
8 Eyed Spy,
Monks,
Kool Moe Dee,
Eric Dolphy,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Music Machine,
Bob Dylan,
the Soft Cell,
Aloha Tigers,
Joe Finger,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Roxette,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiohead,
Television Personalities,
Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu, Erykah Badu.
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.