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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Houston.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Jerry's Kids to the rap 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 The Busters. All the underground hits.
All June of 44 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Spandau Ballet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 spring reverb and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a MC5 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
Warsaw,
Bob Dylan,
Boz Scaggs,
JFA,
Roy Ayers,
Shoche,
Hot Snakes,
the Normal,
Ronnie Foster,
The Neon Judgement,
Sandy B,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Aural Exciters,
The Smoke,
Soul II Soul,
Slave,
Rekid,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
kango's stein massive,
Joe Smooth,
Nico,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Pet Shop Boys,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crispy Ambulance,
Harpers Bizarre,
Amon Düül,
Terry Callier,
The Music Machine,
Groovy Waters,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Guru Guru,
Livin' Joy,
Unwound,
Jesper Dahlback,
Monolake,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Basic Channel,
Agent Orange,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Gang of Four,
Arthur Verocai,
Kurtis Blow,
The Monochrome Set,
Big Daddy Kane,
Chris Corsano,
Arab on Radar,
The Cure,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The Stooges,
Echospace,
Gang Green,
Scratch Acid,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Negative Approach,
Toni Rubio,
Intrusion,
June of 44,
Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going, Easy Going.
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.