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 Iran and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1965 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Calgary.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge 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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo. All the underground hits.
All Pulsallama tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cheater Slicks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Crash Course in Science,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers,
Lalann,
Fad Gadget,
Bush Tetras,
Bobby Womack,
Marc Almond,
Half Japanese,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Leaves,
Wings,
The Five Americans,
Black Moon,
Scientists,
The Cramps,
Fluxion,
Robert Hood,
The Motions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Pussy Galore,
Lou Reed,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The United States of America,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Wake,
Average White Band,
Mr. Review,
Pere Ubu,
These Immortal Souls,
Arab on Radar,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Skriet,
LL Cool J,
Banda Bassotti,
The Selecter,
Bauhaus,
Tres Demented,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Godley & Creme,
Avey Tare,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Man Parrish,
Fugazi,
Spoonie Gee,
Tears for Fears,
Todd Rundgren,
Byron Stingily,
The Grass Roots,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
A Certain Ratio,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Marmalade,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Fuzztones,
Popol Vuh,
The Detroit Cobras,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
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.