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 Czech Republic and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 the Slits to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 The Victims. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Panda Bear 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Jesper Dahlback,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bill Near,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Blossom Toes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Frankie Knuckles,
Icehouse,
The Durutti Column,
The New Christs,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Amon Düül II,
Infiniti,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Dennis Brown,
CMW,
Yaz,
Bobby Byrd,
Eric Copeland,
David Axelrod,
U.S. Maple,
Byron Stingily,
Shoche,
Max Romeo,
World's Most,
La Düsseldorf,
Spandau Ballet,
Skarface,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Pussy Galore,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Von Mondo,
Kayak,
Unrelated Segments,
The Techniques,
Radiopuhelimet,
Deakin,
Ten City,
Con Funk Shun,
The Pretty Things,
Isaac Hayes,
a-ha,
The Move,
the Association,
L. Decosne,
Ken Boothe,
Sound Behaviour,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Flesh Eaters,
Derrick May,
Oneida,
Vainqueur,
Los Fastidios,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Amon Düül,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Duran Duran,
Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie, Lou Christie.
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.