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 Croatia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Copenhagen.
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 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 MDC to the rap 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 Louis and Bebe Barron. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fortunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Adolescents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erasure,
Interpol,
Banda Bassotti,
Schoolly D,
The Dead C,
Thompson Twins,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pantytec,
The Fugs,
Zero Boys,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Martian,
Lucky Dragons,
Das Ding,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Selecter,
Pet Shop Boys,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Eli Mardock,
Spoonie Gee,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Steve Hackett,
MC5,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Subhumans,
Iggy Pop,
The Blackbyrds,
Scion,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Shadows of Knight,
Eddi Front,
Hardrive,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Misunderstood,
Duran Duran,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Bobby Womack,
Man Eating Sloth,
B.T. Express,
Dark Day,
John Coltrane,
Shoche,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
D'Angelo,
Lou Christie,
Popol Vuh,
Mr. Review,
Marc Almond,
Jacob Miller,
ABBA,
Carl Craig,
Zapp,
Tomorrow,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Young Rascals,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.