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 Bahamas and from Spokane.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Chic 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 Das Ding to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television Personalities record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soul Sonic Force,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Real Kids,
The Victims,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bobby Sherman,
10cc,
Bush Tetras,
Gichy Dan,
The Flesh Eaters,
Crime,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Leonard Cohen,
The Dave Clark Five,
Lightning Bolt,
Q and Not U,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Section 25,
Darondo,
Todd Terry,
Jerry's Kids,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Invisible,
Slick Rick,
Basic Channel,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joe Smooth,
Bill Wells,
Surgeon,
The Mojo Men,
The Moody Blues,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
The Slits,
Deakin,
Peter and Kerry,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Magma,
Ken Boothe,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Saints,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Dual Sessions,
Brass Construction,
China Crisis,
Marine Girls,
Grandmaster Flash,
Severed Heads,
Nico,
Jandek,
A Flock of Seagulls,
In Retrospect,
The Walker Brothers,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Nik Kershaw,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rufus Thomas,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang, The Men They Couldn't Hang.
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.