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 Bhutan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Move to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All the Germs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deakin 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Althea and Donna record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Alarm Clocks,
Funky Four + One,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Erasure,
Thompson Twins,
Boogie Down Productions,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Mantronix,
Zapp,
Jesper Dahlback,
Jimmy McGriff,
Brick,
The Walker Brothers,
The Smoke,
U.S. Maple,
Dual Sessions,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Searchers,
Robert Görl,
Todd Terry,
John Cale,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Mighty Diamonds,
the Normal,
The Dave Clark Five,
Josef K,
The Saints,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Bang On A Can,
Sexual Harrassment,
The Move,
The Moody Blues,
Jacques Brel,
Radio Birdman,
Surgeon,
Youth Brigade,
The Dirtbombs,
Byron Stingily,
Hasil Adkins,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Tremeloes,
ABC,
The Martian,
Pet Shop Boys,
Quadrant,
Accadde A,
Rhythm & Sound,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Deepchord,
Average White Band,
The Star Department,
Leonard Cohen,
Ralphi Rosario,
Los Fastidios,
Outsiders,
X-Ray Spex,
Scott Walker,
Iggy Pop,
Chrome, Chrome, Chrome, Chrome.
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.