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 Papua New Guinea and from Portland.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 synthesizer 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 Yellowson to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Christie,
New Age Steppers,
kango's stein massive,
Bizarre Inc.,
Drexciya,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Freddie Wadling,
E-Dancer,
Idris Muhammad,
Eric Dolphy,
the Bar-Kays,
Nation of Ulysses,
X-102,
Judy Mowatt,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Raincoats,
Jesper Dahlback,
Donald Byrd,
Rites of Spring,
Prince Buster,
Stockholm Monsters,
Suburban Knight,
Zero Boys,
The Leaves,
Intrusion,
Gang Gang Dance,
Kevin Saunderson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Wake,
China Crisis,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sarah Menescal,
Joyce Sims,
Lyres,
The Tremeloes,
Popol Vuh,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Derrick May,
CMW,
Shuggie Otis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Urselle,
Young Marble Giants,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
The Knickerbockers,
Crime,
Mission of Burma,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Todd Rundgren,
The Count Five,
In Retrospect,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Delta 5,
The Cowsills,
Moebius,
John Foxx,
Ituana,
Aswad,
JFA,
Smog,
Deepchord,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.