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 Benin and from Columbus.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 X-102 to the grunge 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 Liaisons Dangereuses. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Offenders,
The Gories,
Ohio Players,
The Grass Roots,
Y Pants,
Ten City,
Television Personalities,
Oblivians,
Qualms,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Second Layer,
The Electric Prunes,
Babytalk,
The Misunderstood,
Panda Bear,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Zeros,
Wasted Youth,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Kenny Larkin,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Roxy Music,
Lalo Schifrin,
The Mojo Men,
The Count Five,
The Music Machine,
The Moleskins,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Pop Group,
DJ Sneak,
Bad Manners,
Bush Tetras,
Pharoah Sanders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Move,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jeru the Damaja,
Bill Near,
The Monks,
Organ,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amazonics,
Massinfluence,
Juan Atkins,
Crooked Eye,
New York Dolls,
Barrington Levy,
The Associates,
The Divine Comedy,
Khruangbin,
The Dirtbombs,
Flamin' Groovies,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Johnny Clarke,
Guru Guru,
Sixth Finger,
Rapeman,
Mad Mike,
John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx, John Foxx.
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.