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 Ecuador and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1969 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Mexico City.
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 sitar 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 Pylon to the dance kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & Metallica record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Swans,
Youth Brigade,
Masters at Work,
The Music Machine,
Isaac Hayes,
Tubeway Army,
Symarip,
The Count Five,
T.S.O.L.,
the Soft Cell,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Misunderstood,
Hardrive,
The Walker Brothers,
Das Ding,
Lower 48,
The Saints,
Ludus,
Country Teasers,
Bronski Beat,
Flamin' Groovies,
Cybotron,
Mars,
Anthony Braxton,
E-Dancer,
Ultravox,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Al Stewart,
T. Rex,
Brothers Johnson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Sun City Girls,
Minor Threat,
Bauhaus,
Kevin Saunderson,
Vladislav Delay,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Godley & Creme,
The Move,
Pere Ubu,
Bobby Sherman,
Rites of Spring,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Scion,
Pulsallama,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Inner City,
Josef K,
The Pretty Things,
Faraquet,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Depeche Mode,
Bobby Womack,
Mission of Burma,
Jeff Mills,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry, Peter and Kerry.
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.