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 Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 oboe 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 The Real Kids to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Deakin. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Loose Ends record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Parry Music record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Faraquet,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Standells,
Make Up,
The Mummies,
The Dead C,
Rekid,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
R.M.O.,
Marine Girls,
Depeche Mode,
Alice Coltrane,
Panda Bear,
Supertramp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Fat Boys,
Saccharine Trust,
Public Enemy,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ossler,
Freddie Wadling,
Robert Wyatt,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Funkadelic,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Star Department,
Scrapy,
The Angels of Light,
Con Funk Shun,
Pussy Galore,
Little Man,
Agent Orange,
Traffic Nightmare,
Slick Rick,
Aaron Thompson,
Joe Smooth,
David Bowie,
Angry Samoans,
Clear Light,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare,
Eric B and Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
Skriet,
Eurythmics,
Don Cherry,
kango's stein massive,
Michelle Simonal,
Qualms,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Tremeloes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Raincoats,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.