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 Vietnam and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 chamberlin 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 Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson to the punk 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 The Knickerbockers. All the underground hits.
All The Leaves tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ronan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Prince Buster record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cybotron,
Sixth Finger,
Khruangbin,
Niagra,
Colin Newman,
Pantaleimon,
Agitation Free,
Skaos,
The Star Department,
Q and Not U,
Toni Rubio,
Moss Icon,
Kevin Saunderson,
Zapp,
Yazoo,
Sound Behaviour,
Audionom,
Brand Nubian,
The J.B.'s,
Connie Case,
Ornette Coleman,
Nirvana,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
John Foxx,
Bobby Womack,
Faust,
The Gun Club,
The Real Kids,
The Smiths,
Rod Modell,
10cc,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Monks,
The Beau Brummels,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Barrington Levy,
Lower 48,
Graham Central Station,
The Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Grass Roots,
Isaac Hayes,
Buzzcocks,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Black Sheep,
In Retrospect,
Mo-Dettes,
The Golliwogs,
L. Decosne,
Iggy Pop,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Derrick May,
Brick,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Martian,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Wells,
Rapeman,
Soft Cell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lebanon Hanover,
Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger, Joe Finger.
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.