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 Vietnam and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Todd Rundgren to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bootsy's Rubber Band. All the underground hits.
All John Lydon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Agent Orange record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Brand Nubian,
Babytalk,
Depeche Mode,
Q65,
Chrome,
Blossom Toes,
Mark Hollis,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Moody Blues,
Hashim,
Dead Boys,
Lalo Schifrin,
Stetsasonic,
Graham Central Station,
Aaron Thompson,
June of 44,
Mission of Burma,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Desert Stars,
Liliput,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Barbara Tucker,
Boogie Down Productions,
Derrick May,
Sister Nancy,
Parry Music,
Das Ding,
Scan 7,
Wire,
Avey Tare,
David Axelrod,
Con Funk Shun,
Shuggie Otis,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
The Smoke,
The Blues Magoos,
Pet Shop Boys,
Country Teasers,
The Monochrome Set,
Spandau Ballet,
Arcadia,
Mr. Review,
Oneida,
Thee Headcoats,
Nico,
Deakin,
The Motions,
Echospace,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Supertramp,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Lindisfarne,
Rekid,
Excepter,
New Order,
Alphaville,
Mary Jane Girls,
Kurtis Blow,
Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth, Man Eating Sloth.
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.