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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 at the first Suicide 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 Lungfish to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Inner City. All the underground hits.
All Ituana tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The American Breed,
Au Pairs,
Inner City,
Angry Samoans,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Depeche Mode,
Alton Ellis,
Lower 48,
The Skatalites,
Buzzcocks,
Derrick Morgan,
Cybotron,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
Young Marble Giants,
10cc,
Toni Rubio,
Dave Gahan,
Mission of Burma,
Mantronix,
Slick Rick,
Maurizio,
The Names,
Andrew Hill,
Drexciya,
Todd Rundgren,
John Cale,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Bobby Sherman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Roger Hodgson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Juan Atkins,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fad Gadget,
Don Cherry,
The Sonics,
Ituana,
Youth Brigade,
The Saints,
New Age Steppers,
David Axelrod,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Erasure,
Minutemen,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Echospace,
Scott Walker,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Raincoats,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Absolute Body Control,
Aswad,
The Pretty Things,
Mr. Review,
Cal Tjader,
48th St. Collective,
The Sound, The Sound, The Sound, The Sound.
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.