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 Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Wire show in Watford.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Columbus.
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 rhodes 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 DJ Style to the dance kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Delta 5. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Royal Family And The Poor 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Suburban Knight record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
the Human League,
The Selecter,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Lou Christie,
Sarah Menescal,
The Knickerbockers,
Ituana,
Minutemen,
Hot Snakes,
The Names,
Roger Hodgson,
Joe Smooth,
the Normal,
Spoonie Gee,
Arcadia,
Spandau Ballet,
Adolescents,
Sunsets and Hearts,
La Düsseldorf,
EPMD,
The Residents,
The Move,
Second Layer,
Jimmy McGriff,
Bizarre Inc.,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Royal Trux,
Crispian St. Peters,
Can,
Derrick May,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Magazine,
Gang of Four,
Wolf Eyes,
Lakeside,
Crime,
Gregory Isaacs,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Camberwell Now,
Roxette,
Crash Course in Science,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Dave Clark Five,
Robert Hood,
The Red Krayola,
Mantronix,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Germs,
Kevin Saunderson,
8 Eyed Spy,
Pylon,
Accadde A,
The Searchers,
Chris Corsano,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity, Roy Ayers Ubiquity.
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.