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 China and from Lyon.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 organ 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 Yusef Lateef. All the underground hits.
All MDC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lalo Schifrin record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cure,
Ralphi Rosario,
L. Decosne,
U.S. Maple,
Popol Vuh,
Faust,
The Litter,
Niagra,
The Toasters,
Technova,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Fugazi,
John Cale,
Monolake,
Jeff Lynne,
Second Layer,
Junior Murvin,
Malaria!,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Davy DMX,
Sight & Sound,
Pussy Galore,
Piero Umiliani,
The Angels of Light,
Marc Almond,
Yellowson,
Curtis Mayfield,
Cheater Slicks,
Television Personalities,
UT,
Spandau Ballet,
Lower 48,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Dead C,
Maleditus Sound,
Dark Day,
The Knickerbockers,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Stooges,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
Chris Corsano,
Camouflage,
Scion,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Franke,
Q and Not U,
Khruangbin,
Sugar Minott,
Sister Nancy,
Wasted Youth,
Don Cherry,
The Kinks,
Hardrive,
Skarface,
Subhumans,
K-Klass,
Blake Baxter,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Standells,
Can,
The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues, The Vogues.
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.