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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Stockholm Monsters to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Barry Ungar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
The Blackbyrds,
Quadrant,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Marcia Griffiths,
Vladislav Delay,
The Cure,
Flamin' Groovies,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Kayak,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Warren Ellis,
Peter & Gordon,
Harry Pussy,
Ossler,
Skarface,
Dennis Brown,
The Mummies,
Lungfish,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
the Soft Cell,
The Saints,
Roger Hodgson,
Crime,
The Knickerbockers,
Wasted Youth,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Faust,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Public Image Ltd.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Patti Smith,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Dave Clark Five,
Underground Resistance,
OOIOO,
Sound Behaviour,
Mo-Dettes,
The Leaves,
Arab on Radar,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Yazoo,
Terry Callier,
Rites of Spring,
Young Marble Giants,
Rod Modell,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Soft Cell,
Moby Grape,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Red Krayola,
Chrome,
a-ha,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ultra Naté,
Monolake,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pulsallama,
DJ Style,
The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones, The Fuzztones.
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.