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 Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 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 Nico to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Bobby Byrd. All the underground hits.
All London Community Gospel Choir tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every AZ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skarface record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
DJ Style,
Young Marble Giants,
Jandek,
The New Christs,
Yusef Lateef,
World's Most,
Ralphi Rosario,
June of 44,
Terry Callier,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Selecter,
These Immortal Souls,
8 Eyed Spy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Saints,
Zero Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Reuben Wilson,
Bush Tetras,
Supertramp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Birthday Party,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Kas Product,
Mary Jane Girls,
Liliput,
Maleditus Sound,
Cybotron,
Stiv Bators,
Reagan Youth,
Robert Wyatt,
Al Stewart,
Dual Sessions,
Public Enemy,
Johnny Clarke,
The Gun Club,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Aswad,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Prince Buster,
Symarip,
Carl Craig,
Scientists,
The Durutti Column,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Sonic Youth,
Lou Christie,
The Raincoats,
Hardrive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Quadrant,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Fortunes,
Little Man,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Tremeloes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light, The Angels of Light.
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.