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 Montenegro and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Rekid to the jazz 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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Sugar Minott tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalann record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Franke,
Pet Shop Boys,
Peter and Kerry,
The Moleskins,
Barbara Tucker,
Niagra,
In Retrospect,
Mars,
Josef K,
JFA,
Talk Talk,
Brothers Johnson,
Iggy Pop,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Standells,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
DJ Sneak,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Kayak,
Ponytail,
June of 44,
The Doobie Brothers,
Index,
The Dave Clark Five,
Inner City,
Deadbeat,
Surgeon,
48th St. Collective,
Khruangbin,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
the Sonics,
Pantaleimon,
Faust,
Laurel Aitken,
Alice Coltrane,
Bill Near,
The Seeds,
Hardrive,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Music Machine,
The Moody Blues,
Icehouse,
Tommy Roe,
Television,
Dave Gahan,
Man Eating Sloth,
Joey Negro,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Roger Hodgson,
John Holt,
Nils Olav,
Interpol,
Desert Stars,
T. Rex,
World's Most,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Second Layer,
Smog,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids, Richard Hell and the Voidoids.
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.