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 Estonia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet 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 Rekid to the rock 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 Cabaret Voltaire. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flash Fearless record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Techniques record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
A Certain Ratio,
The Standells,
Lebanon Hanover,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Agitation Free,
Bluetip,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lungfish,
Black Moon,
The Seeds,
48th St. Collective,
Matthew Halsall,
cv313,
Khruangbin,
Mantronix,
Pet Shop Boys,
John Foxx,
Lakeside,
Kaleidoscope,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fat Boys,
Little Man,
Bob Dylan,
Gang Starr,
Brothers Johnson,
Amazonics,
Fear,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Five Americans,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Wake,
Franke,
The American Breed,
Smog,
Gong,
Maleditus Sound,
Vainqueur,
Matthew Bourne,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Royal Trux,
Ralphi Rosario,
These Immortal Souls,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Popol Vuh,
Sixth Finger,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Motorama,
Sonic Youth,
Oneida,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Desert Stars,
Eddi Front,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.