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 Saudi Arabia and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 güiro 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 Sunsets and Hearts to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Erasure. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s 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 Gil Scott Heron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Johnny Clarke,
World's Most,
Dennis Brown,
The Slackers,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Simply Red,
Model 500,
Iggy Pop,
Moebius,
Youth Brigade,
Bill Wells,
The Cramps,
Juan Atkins,
Ornette Coleman,
Buzzcocks,
Magma,
Little Man,
Darondo,
New Order,
Jeff Lynne,
Monolake,
Johnny Osbourne,
Max Romeo,
David Bowie,
the Swans,
Can,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
The Zeros,
The Moleskins,
These Immortal Souls,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Section 25,
Kurtis Blow,
The Flesh Eaters,
Neu!,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Reuben Wilson,
Isaac Hayes,
48th St. Collective,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Smooth,
Duran Duran,
The Tremeloes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
La Düsseldorf,
The Invisible,
The Real Kids,
The Slits,
Chrome,
Sonic Youth,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Leonard Cohen,
Siglo XX,
Malaria!,
Saccharine Trust,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Severed Heads,
Josef K,
Franke,
The Martian, The Martian, The Martian, The Martian.
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.