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 Indonesia and from Edmonton.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 sitar 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 Seeds to the grime 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 Thinking Fellers Union Local 282. All the underground hits.
All H. Thieme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Beasts of Bourbon 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 marimba and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ronnie Foster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rites of Spring,
Soft Machine,
Faust,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
In Retrospect,
Minny Pops,
The Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
The Divine Comedy,
Duran Duran,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Lakeside,
Country Teasers,
Josef K,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Monks,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Japan,
MDC,
The Real Kids,
JFA,
Negative Approach,
Bill Wells,
Rosa Yemen,
Kayak,
Scientists,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Mighty Diamonds,
T.S.O.L.,
Mo-Dettes,
The Moleskins,
Newcleus,
Procol Harum,
Heaven 17,
Marine Girls,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Holt,
Wings,
the Slits,
Make Up,
Agitation Free,
The J.B.'s,
Pere Ubu,
Blossom Toes,
Prince Buster,
Mission of Burma,
The Searchers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warsaw,
Wolf Eyes,
The Buckinghams,
Little Man,
Rotary Connection,
Leonard Cohen,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Lightning Bolt,
Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd, Bobby Byrd.
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.