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 Australia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 mellotron 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 Wally Richardson to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Smog. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Essential Logic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Neu!,
Quantec,
Grey Daturas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Mark Hollis,
Eddi Front,
The Dave Clark Five,
Q and Not U,
X-101,
Amazonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Panda Bear,
Minutemen,
Arthur Verocai,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Divine Comedy,
Godley & Creme,
Suicide,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Trojans,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Groovy Waters,
Index,
Radiopuhelimet,
Arcadia,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Agitation Free,
Vladislav Delay,
The Gun Club,
X-Ray Spex,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Loose Ends,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nik Kershaw,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jacob Miller,
Delon & Dalcan,
Stereo Dub,
Crime,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Hood,
Sarah Menescal,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Misunderstood,
Slick Rick,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
Max Romeo,
Gang Gang Dance,
Monks,
Average White Band,
The Cure,
Khruangbin,
Smog,
The Knickerbockers,
Gang of Four,
Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control, Absolute Body Control.
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.