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 Syria and from Taipei.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 sitar 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Goldenarms. All the underground hits.
All Wasted Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deadbeat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
La Düsseldorf,
Kaleidoscope,
Warsaw,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Amon Düül II,
Traffic Nightmare,
A Flock of Seagulls,
B.T. Express,
Heaven 17,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dead Boys,
Kas Product,
Rufus Thomas,
Sonic Youth,
China Crisis,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Technova,
Q65,
Curtis Mayfield,
Erykah Badu,
Hot Snakes,
DNA,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Saccharine Trust,
Ultra Naté,
Tim Buckley,
Yusef Lateef,
Cameo,
Malaria!,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Girls At Our Best!,
Los Fastidios,
Bobby Hutcherson,
New York Dolls,
Jeff Mills,
Sparks,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Magazine,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Franke,
Tomorrow,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Flamin' Groovies,
Section 25,
Faust,
This Heat,
Terry Callier,
Drexciya,
Skaos,
Fat Boys,
Crime,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Jimmy McGriff,
Joe Finger,
The Pop Group,
Alice Coltrane,
Bronski Beat,
Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners, Bad Manners.
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.