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 Nepal and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 marimba 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 Peter and Kerry to the techno kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Lower 48. All the underground hits.
All UT tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Groovy Waters record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Liliput,
Mission of Burma,
New York Dolls,
Ultravox,
Traffic Nightmare,
Black Moon,
Cheater Slicks,
Byron Stingily,
The Happenings,
the Fania All-Stars,
Roger Hodgson,
Television,
Wings,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Ronan,
Mo-Dettes,
Scott Walker,
The Modern Lovers,
The Cramps,
Camouflage,
Rapeman,
Easy Going,
The Doobie Brothers,
Funkadelic,
Carl Craig,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Blancmange,
Funky Four + One,
CMW,
X-101,
Terry Callier,
The Monks,
Nas,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
DNA,
Lightning Bolt,
Ponytail,
Jandek,
Harry Pussy,
The Divine Comedy,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
Magma,
Joe Finger,
Ice-T,
Josef K,
The Victims,
Juan Atkins,
The Velvet Underground,
The Durutti Column,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Thee Headcoats,
Q and Not U,
Maurizio,
The Count Five,
Cluster,
Royal Trux,
Mary Jane Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
AZ,
Fatback Band,
Hoover, Hoover, Hoover, Hoover.
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.