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 Colombia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 China Crisis to the jazz 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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bush Tetras record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pantytec,
ABBA,
Maleditus Sound,
Brothers Johnson,
Glenn Branca,
Mars,
Suicide,
48th St. Collective,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sister Nancy,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Wasted Youth,
Howard Jones,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Spoonie Gee,
Tom Boy,
Eurythmics,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Bad Manners,
Deadbeat,
Flash Fearless,
Fat Boys,
One Last Wish,
The Moody Blues,
Harry Pussy,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Nation of Ulysses,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Ultravox,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Ronan,
Bronski Beat,
The Golliwogs,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Selecter,
Radiohead,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Lungfish,
The Vogues,
Fad Gadget,
Mary Jane Girls,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Gang Green,
Minnie Riperton,
Radio Birdman,
John Cale,
D'Angelo,
Byron Stingily,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Doors,
The Walker Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
DJ Style,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.