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 Australia and from Bremen.
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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Portland.
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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Heaven 17 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Doors. All the underground hits.
All Jerry Gold Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sex Pistols record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Nico,
Simply Red,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jandek,
Tom Boy,
The Gladiators,
Boz Scaggs,
Freddie Wadling,
Magazine,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Sight & Sound,
Anakelly,
Alice Coltrane,
The Five Americans,
The Kinks,
Little Man,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Rosa Yemen,
The Divine Comedy,
Radiopuhelimet,
Underground Resistance,
Joensuu 1685,
Alphaville,
Joey Negro,
Aloha Tigers,
Peter & Gordon,
The Cowsills,
Ponytail,
Siglo XX,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sun Ra,
ABC,
Boredoms,
Erykah Badu,
Lalann,
Hot Snakes,
the Association,
Harmonia,
Nation of Ulysses,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crash Course in Science,
Matthew Halsall,
Stiv Bators,
X-102,
Amazonics,
Ituana,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Cosmic Jokers,
John Holt,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
the Human League,
Sun City Girls,
Radio Birdman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Vogues,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Main Source,
Q65, Q65, Q65, Q65.
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.