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 Taiwan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 808 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 David Axelrod to the rap 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 The Residents. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fort Wilson Riot record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Halsall,
Eric Copeland,
Fad Gadget,
Janne Schatter,
E-Dancer,
Crash Course in Science,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Associates,
The Doobie Brothers,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Motorama,
Audionom,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Beau Brummels,
Gang Green,
Circle Jerks,
Metal Thangz,
Radio Birdman,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Gerry Rafferty,
Piero Umiliani,
Blossom Toes,
Young Marble Giants,
Barrington Levy,
Trumans Water,
Sonic Youth,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Sun City Girls,
Japan,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Deepchord,
Frankie Knuckles,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
Ludus,
Negative Approach,
Crispian St. Peters,
Yellowson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
T. Rex,
Barbara Tucker,
Kenny Larkin,
Ken Boothe,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Minutemen,
The Zeros,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roxy Music,
Steve Hackett,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Red Krayola,
Zapp,
10cc,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Crispy Ambulance,
Jacques Brel,
Spoonie Gee,
Porter Ricks,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.