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 Ethiopia and from New York.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 808 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 Supertramp to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 ABC. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Detroit Cobras record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Second Layer,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
Bill Near,
The Zeros,
Theoretical Girls,
Joe Finger,
Howard Jones,
Vladislav Delay,
Lee Hazlewood,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Moebius,
Hardrive,
Desert Stars,
Leonard Cohen,
Black Moon,
John Cale,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Public Image Ltd.,
Eric Dolphy,
Bluetip,
Scrapy,
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
Nico,
Youth Brigade,
Monks,
Marcia Griffiths,
Soul II Soul,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Joey Negro,
Faraquet,
Drive Like Jehu,
Max Romeo,
Kurtis Blow,
Q65,
Dark Day,
The Fugs,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Bad Manners,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Metal Thangz,
Nation of Ulysses,
Interpol,
Frankie Knuckles,
JFA,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Archie Shepp,
Eden Ahbez,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Althea and Donna,
The Electric Prunes,
China Crisis,
Erasure,
Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox, Ultravox.
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.