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 Sweden and from Tokyo.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 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 ABC to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Kerri Chandler. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a A Flock of Seagulls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
B.T. Express,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Groovy Waters,
Gang Starr,
Babytalk,
Lou Reed,
Animal Collective,
Leonard Cohen,
Moss Icon,
New York Dolls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Urselle,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Colin Newman,
The Sonics,
Monolake,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Goldenarms,
Archie Shepp,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Sound,
Underground Resistance,
Circle Jerks,
Bad Manners,
Jandek,
Lalann,
Marshall Jefferson,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bizarre Inc.,
Black Sheep,
Oblivians,
LL Cool J,
Warsaw,
Nik Kershaw,
Rotary Connection,
Parry Music,
Saccharine Trust,
Josef K,
Dead Boys,
Scrapy,
Maleditus Sound,
The Slits,
John Lydon,
The J.B.'s,
The Busters,
The Shadows of Knight,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Shoche,
Pagans,
Prince Buster,
Aural Exciters,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
In Retrospect,
Fela Kuti,
The Happenings,
Das Ding,
Brothers Johnson,
Althea and Donna,
U.S. Maple,
Sound Behaviour,
The Durutti Column,
Banda Bassotti,
La Düsseldorf,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.