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 Equatorial Guinea and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 güiro 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 Niagra to the electroclash 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Strawberry Alarm Clock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Red Krayola 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Womack,
Arab on Radar,
Massinfluence,
Symarip,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Niagra,
Gichy Dan,
Henry Cow,
Pussy Galore,
Underground Resistance,
MC5,
Electric Prunes,
AZ,
Eddi Front,
Don Cherry,
Soul II Soul,
Little Man,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Radiopuhelimet,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Misunderstood,
Lindisfarne,
Alison Limerick,
Lakeside,
Aaron Thompson,
Donald Byrd,
The Evens,
Michelle Simonal,
OOIOO,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Goldenarms,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
the Normal,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Kinks,
Grey Daturas,
Radiohead,
Guru Guru,
The New Christs,
Black Moon,
Hoover,
Rekid,
Maurizio,
Bobby Sherman,
Infiniti,
Motorama,
Gang of Four,
DJ Sneak,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Brick,
Sexual Harrassment,
Duran Duran,
Byron Stingily,
Gastr Del Sol,
Johnny Clarke,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Joey Negro,
The Modern Lovers,
Television Personalities,
Todd Rundgren,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.