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 Monaco and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the organ 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 DNA to the punk 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 Moby Grape. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a This Heat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Skarface,
D'Angelo,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Searchers,
The Litter,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Machine,
Los Fastidios,
John Holt,
World's Most,
The Gladiators,
Sixth Finger,
Derrick Morgan,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Moleskins,
The Dirtbombs,
Pharoah Sanders,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Move,
Big Daddy Kane,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Television,
Joyce Sims,
Joensuu 1685,
Depeche Mode,
Sister Nancy,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Delon & Dalcan,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pylon,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry's Kids,
Bronski Beat,
New Age Steppers,
Fat Boys,
The Cramps,
The Stooges,
Bizarre Inc.,
Tommy Roe,
The Techniques,
Gong,
This Heat,
Swans,
Fela Kuti,
Ronnie Foster,
Gabor Szabo,
The Index,
The Fire Engines,
Bob Dylan,
The Trojans,
Tim Buckley,
Howard Jones,
Cybotron,
Theoretical Girls,
Neu!,
Stockholm Monsters,
Surgeon,
The Velvet Underground,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer, Second Layer.
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.