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 Panama and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Salvador.
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 Terry Callier to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All Lightning Bolt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
MC5,
Hoover,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Zeros,
Rosa Yemen,
The Last Poets,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
AZ,
Sunsets and Hearts,
the Fania All-Stars,
Derrick May,
Make Up,
The Golliwogs,
Barrington Levy,
DJ Sneak,
Joe Finger,
Pharoah Sanders,
Maleditus Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Royal Trux,
The Residents,
The Fuzztones,
Joe Smooth,
Andrew Hill,
Kenny Larkin,
Arab on Radar,
The Five Americans,
Jacques Brel,
Fugazi,
Underground Resistance,
Darondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Harry Pussy,
Quadrant,
The Sound,
Yellowson,
Babytalk,
Roger Hodgson,
Todd Rundgren,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Deadbeat,
Eric Copeland,
Rod Modell,
Audionom,
Erykah Badu,
Urselle,
Wally Richardson,
Robert Görl,
Susan Cadogan,
Fat Boys,
Marmalade,
Scientists,
Nas,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Easy Going,
The Barracudas,
Barclay James Harvest,
Godley & Creme,
Jesper Dahlback,
Echospace,
The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club, The Gun Club.
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.