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 Australia and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 spring reverb 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 Q and Not U to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All Los Fastidios tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a kango's stein massive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Half Japanese,
Negative Approach,
Scion,
Tommy Roe,
The Searchers,
Infiniti,
Liliput,
The Martian,
Man Eating Sloth,
Sugar Minott,
The Monks,
Funkadelic,
Grauzone,
Roxette,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Faust,
Eric Dolphy,
Fat Boys,
The Fugs,
K-Klass,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Quadrant,
The Beau Brummels,
Lungfish,
Stetsasonic,
Radio Birdman,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pierre Henry,
Rapeman,
Pantaleimon,
Franke,
Toni Rubio,
These Immortal Souls,
Underground Resistance,
Babytalk,
The Cure,
The Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kaleidoscope,
Gang Starr,
Silicon Teens,
New Age Steppers,
Grey Daturas,
Althea and Donna,
The Barracudas,
Todd Rundgren,
L. Decosne,
Hasil Adkins,
Lakeside,
Gil Scott Heron,
Buzzcocks,
Loose Ends,
Spoonie Gee,
Don Cherry,
Radiopuhelimet,
Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection, Rotary Connection.
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.