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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 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 The Knickerbockers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Alarm Clocks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Frankie Knuckles record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Alison Limerick,
Moss Icon,
Lower 48,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Arcadia,
Absolute Body Control,
The Kinks,
L. Decosne,
Cluster,
Mad Mike,
Pussy Galore,
Spandau Ballet,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
China Crisis,
Junior Murvin,
Ralphi Rosario,
Skriet,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Oblivians,
Half Japanese,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Hoover,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Negative Approach,
The Fall,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
UT,
Whodini,
Rod Modell,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
Metal Thangz,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Desert Stars,
Fela Kuti,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Blancmange,
Jesper Dahlback,
Funkadelic,
Vainqueur,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Crime,
Glenn Branca,
The Fuzztones,
Lungfish,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Golliwogs,
Saccharine Trust,
Rites of Spring,
Tres Demented,
June Days,
Soulsonic Force,
The Index,
Magazine,
Eddi Front,
Basic Channel,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.