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 Costa Rica and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the electroclash 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 Boogie Down Productions. All the underground hits.
All Rekid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nico 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 a synthesizer and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Arthur Verocai,
Erasure,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Chris Corsano,
Pantaleimon,
Roy Ayers,
Sugar Minott,
Harry Pussy,
Pulsallama,
Make Up,
Fatback Band,
Loose Ends,
Flipper,
The Red Krayola,
Accadde A,
Leonard Cohen,
The Blues Magoos,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bronski Beat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
John Lydon,
Tropical Tobacco,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Banda Bassotti,
Amon Düül,
The Remains,
Kaleidoscope,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Trumans Water,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Shadows of Knight,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Pet Shop Boys,
Icehouse,
K-Klass,
Lyres,
Half Japanese,
The Gun Club,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sällskapet,
Electric Prunes,
Supertramp,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Technova,
Lakeside,
Carl Craig,
The Techniques,
Bush Tetras,
Toni Rubio,
Gastr Del Sol,
Ponytail,
Fad Gadget,
Cheater Slicks,
Roxy Music,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Joe Smooth,
Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat, Minor Threat.
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.