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 Slovakia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 harpsichord 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 Barry Ungar to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Wings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sad Lovers and Giants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Panda Bear,
DJ Style,
Magazine,
Lightning Bolt,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Tom Boy,
Fela Kuti,
Barbara Tucker,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Boogie Down Productions,
Kayak,
Yaz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Angels of Light,
Fatback Band,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
the Normal,
Hashim,
Roxette,
Eurythmics,
Index,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Janne Schatter,
Marine Girls,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Neon Judgement,
Minnie Riperton,
Moby Grape,
Drexciya,
Toni Rubio,
The Five Americans,
Can,
The Smiths,
Byron Stingily,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Franke,
Marcia Griffiths,
Cybotron,
Bang On A Can,
Rufus Thomas,
Roger Hodgson,
the Sonics,
Grey Daturas,
Black Sheep,
Model 500,
Jeff Lynne,
Delon & Dalcan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Rekid,
Tim Buckley,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nico,
Average White Band,
Accadde A,
Smog,
Talk Talk,
The Gun Club,
The Offenders,
Wasted Youth,
Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk, Babytalk.
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.