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 Equatorial Guinea and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Larry & the Blue Notes to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Dead C. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eli Mardock,
Nik Kershaw,
The Sonics,
Television Personalities,
Pussy Galore,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
ABC,
Marine Girls,
Yazoo,
Anakelly,
It's A Beautiful Day,
CMW,
Pole,
Al Stewart,
Tropical Tobacco,
DJ Style,
Section 25,
Toni Rubio,
Heaven 17,
The Move,
The American Breed,
In Retrospect,
The Modern Lovers,
Half Japanese,
Thompson Twins,
Fat Boys,
The Electric Prunes,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lou Christie,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Bobby Byrd,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Evens,
Jeff Mills,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Sound,
Prince Buster,
Nico,
Babytalk,
Trumans Water,
The Slits,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Roxy Music,
Pylon,
The Durutti Column,
Flipper,
Lindisfarne,
Frankie Knuckles,
Bang On A Can,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pharoah Sanders,
Morten Harket,
Scion,
The Wake,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sex Pistols,
The United States of America,
Pulsallama,
Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur, Vainqueur.
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.