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 Afghanistan and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 Holger Czukay 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 Mission of Burma to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All EPMD tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Smog 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Surgeon,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare,
Pierre Henry,
Laurel Aitken,
The Moody Blues,
The Monks,
Warren Ellis,
The Real Kids,
Bang On A Can,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Kaleidoscope,
Mr. Review,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Morten Harket,
Wasted Youth,
Terry Callier,
Soul II Soul,
The Motions,
China Crisis,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Johnny Clarke,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Bluetip,
U.S. Maple,
Moss Icon,
Peter & Gordon,
Radiopuhelimet,
DJ Style,
Ludus,
Graham Central Station,
The Star Department,
Carl Craig,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Underground Resistance,
PIL,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Maleditus Sound,
Crime,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Lyres,
Con Funk Shun,
Simply Red,
Mark Hollis,
The Dave Clark Five,
Dead Boys,
Suburban Knight,
Sixth Finger,
Kayak,
Agent Orange,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Grass Roots,
The Young Rascals,
Barclay James Harvest,
Bill Near,
Gong,
Camouflage,
Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow, Kings Of Tomorrow.
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.