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 Jordan and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 arpeggiator 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 Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All Glambeats Corp. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Slave 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Cell,
The Selecter,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Traffic Nightmare,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
LL Cool J,
The Blues Magoos,
Wasted Youth,
the Association,
Brothers Johnson,
La Düsseldorf,
Bang On A Can,
Barclay James Harvest,
Goldenarms,
The Dead C,
Subhumans,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Panda Bear,
Spandau Ballet,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Amon Düül,
Khruangbin,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Icehouse,
Yusef Lateef,
Little Man,
Amon Düül II,
Spoonie Gee,
Inner City,
Lucky Dragons,
Andrew Hill,
The Trojans,
Tom Boy,
Dorothy Ashby,
Kaleidoscope,
E-Dancer,
the Sonics,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Alice Coltrane,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Smog,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Technova,
Black Sheep,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Youth Brigade,
Drexciya,
Nation of Ulysses,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Susan Cadogan,
Moss Icon,
The United States of America,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Stetsasonic,
Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic, Funkadelic.
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.