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 Germany and from Portland.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 T. Rex to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Gories. All the underground hits.
All Roy Ayers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Judy Mowatt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Doobie Brothers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minny Pops,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Nation of Ulysses,
Deepchord,
Scientists,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Masters at Work,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Eve St. Jones,
Lower 48,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Theoretical Girls,
Tears for Fears,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Warren Ellis,
Robert Hood,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Derrick Morgan,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Gang Green,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
John Holt,
Connie Case,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Kas Product,
Man Parrish,
Second Layer,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Barry Ungar,
Grey Daturas,
Stetsasonic,
Swans,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
The Remains,
Shoche,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Donny Hathaway,
Sam Rivers,
Ultravox,
The Seeds,
Sandy B,
New Order,
Kevin Saunderson,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
the Normal,
Marvin Gaye,
Camouflage,
F. McDonald,
The Fire Engines,
48th St. Collective,
John Foxx,
Neu!,
Interpol,
Donald Byrd,
Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat, Deadbeat.
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.