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 Turkey and from Bologna.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All The Gun Club tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe 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 clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Pagans,
Easy Going,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Move,
Charles Mingus,
The Standells,
Bluetip,
Brass Construction,
Freddie Wadling,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Slick Rick,
The Dead C,
Joyce Sims,
Dennis Brown,
Reagan Youth,
Josef K,
Metal Thangz,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Mandrill,
MDC,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kevin Saunderson,
Country Teasers,
Youth Brigade,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Aloha Tigers,
Motorama,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Görl,
The Residents,
Alton Ellis,
Zero Boys,
The Gladiators,
Theoretical Girls,
Scan 7,
Angry Samoans,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Tom Boy,
the Soft Cell,
Eric Copeland,
Anakelly,
Trumans Water,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Agent Orange,
The Barracudas,
Clear Light,
Icehouse,
Mad Mike,
The Birthday Party,
Matthew Halsall,
Aswad,
Arcadia,
The Angels of Light,
Mission of Burma,
Alice Coltrane,
The Mummies,
Unwound,
Ronan,
Desert Stars,
Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith, Jerry Gold Smith.
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.