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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Toronto.
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 rhodes 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 The Misunderstood to the grunge 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 New Order. All the underground hits.
All Essential Logic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gerry Rafferty record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Peter & Gordon,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Marshall Jefferson,
Avey Tare,
Darondo,
Trumans Water,
Lou Christie,
The Slackers,
Livin' Joy,
Gerry Rafferty,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
The Detroit Cobras,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Kerri Chandler,
Joe Finger,
Parry Music,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Alphaville,
Ten City,
Depeche Mode,
The Offenders,
The Cramps,
Rites of Spring,
Eve St. Jones,
Robert Görl,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Wings,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Cybotron,
Sun City Girls,
The Cure,
The Motions,
Todd Terry,
Panda Bear,
Scrapy,
Rosa Yemen,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pantaleimon,
Skaos,
Model 500,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Mantronix,
JFA,
The Stooges,
Derrick May,
DNA,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lalo Schifrin,
Godley & Creme,
Dennis Brown,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Technova,
Duran Duran,
Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster, Prince Buster.
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.