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 Nauru and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
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 Kool G Rap & DJ Polo to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 10cc record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Cramps,
Stiv Bators,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Pussy Galore,
John Lydon,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Boogie Down Productions,
Sarah Menescal,
Gabor Szabo,
10cc,
Animal Collective,
The United States of America,
The Zeros,
Vainqueur,
Ponytail,
Minor Threat,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Jerry's Kids,
Aaron Thompson,
Yazoo,
Gang Starr,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Crooked Eye,
Radiopuhelimet,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Circle Jerks,
Heaven 17,
Althea and Donna,
Ohio Players,
R.M.O.,
Lalann,
Electric Prunes,
The Count Five,
Excepter,
The Evens,
Eden Ahbez,
The Invisible,
PIL,
Television Personalities,
The Birthday Party,
Infiniti,
Bluetip,
Franke,
Gang Gang Dance,
Gong,
Icehouse,
Scientists,
These Immortal Souls,
Black Bananas,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Quadrant,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.