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 France and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 spring reverb 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 Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All Nation of Ulysses tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nation of Ulysses 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nico record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
Man Eating Sloth,
Bill Near,
X-101,
DJ Sneak,
the Soft Cell,
Camouflage,
The Young Rascals,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
Gang Starr,
Skriet,
Rosa Yemen,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Eric B and Rakim,
Robert Hood,
Porter Ricks,
Jeff Lynne,
Chris & Cosey,
Rod Modell,
Trumans Water,
Shoche,
Idris Muhammad,
Marshall Jefferson,
Crash Course in Science,
The Motions,
Absolute Body Control,
Steve Hackett,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Skarface,
Grauzone,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
The Star Department,
The Searchers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
K-Klass,
Scan 7,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Toasters,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Eric Copeland,
Essential Logic,
Japan,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soul II Soul,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
June Days,
Lalann,
Stetsasonic,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Martian,
Delon & Dalcan,
Nick Fraelich,
Godley & Creme,
Soul Sonic Force,
Barrington Levy,
kango's stein massive,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.