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 Togo and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 The Monochrome Set to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barry Ungar 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dark Day record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Scott Walker,
Eli Mardock,
Pierre Henry,
Warsaw,
Rapeman,
Freddie Wadling,
The Blues Magoos,
Fluxion,
the Germs,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Ultimate Spinach,
Janne Schatter,
Lee Hazlewood,
Thompson Twins,
Chris Corsano,
Roxy Music,
Q and Not U,
Drive Like Jehu,
Ronnie Foster,
Franke,
Peter and Kerry,
Ornette Coleman,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Zeros,
Colin Newman,
Moss Icon,
Stiv Bators,
Joyce Sims,
Soulsonic Force,
Parry Music,
The Offenders,
The Remains,
Black Bananas,
Sällskapet,
Brass Construction,
John Foxx,
Albert Ayler,
Adolescents,
The Count Five,
Johnny Clarke,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Bauhaus,
Gang Gang Dance,
Steve Hackett,
the Soft Cell,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Main Source,
The Velvet Underground,
Subhumans,
Pulsallama,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Whodini,
Make Up,
Bob Dylan,
Laurel Aitken,
X-101,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Can,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sam Rivers,
Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles, Frankie Knuckles.
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.