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 Denmark and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 snare 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Neil Young & Crazy Horse. All the underground hits.
All Junior Murvin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Heaven 17 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Searchers,
The Saints,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Colin Newman,
Terry Callier,
Sound Behaviour,
It's A Beautiful Day,
FM Einheit,
Kayak,
The Vogues,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Reagan Youth,
Marmalade,
Sällskapet,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rites of Spring,
Todd Rundgren,
Minny Pops,
Procol Harum,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sparks,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Young Marble Giants,
The Cramps,
Audionom,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Sonics,
The Slits,
Lungfish,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
Morten Harket,
48th St. Collective,
Bad Manners,
Lower 48,
Matthew Halsall,
Skaos,
F. McDonald,
The Move,
Patti Smith,
Los Fastidios,
Brothers Johnson,
Suburban Knight,
The Dave Clark Five,
Soul Sonic Force,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Eddi Front,
Brass Construction,
Tres Demented,
Technova,
Lee Hazlewood,
K-Klass,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Desert Stars,
Funky Four + One,
Pantaleimon,
Japan,
Visage,
Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci, Danielle Patucci.
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.