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 Angola and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 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 Peter and Kerry to the grime kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Von Mondo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 an organ and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Massinfluence record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Agitation Free,
Q and Not U,
the Human League,
Intrusion,
The Cowsills,
The Evens,
Sam Rivers,
Ultimate Spinach,
Faust,
Blancmange,
Mr. Review,
Kurtis Blow,
Marc Almond,
Pussy Galore,
Robert Görl,
Eli Mardock,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Roy Ayers,
Ornette Coleman,
Barry Ungar,
The Star Department,
Wasted Youth,
B.T. Express,
Vladislav Delay,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Hot Snakes,
Ronnie Foster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Lou Christie,
The Zeros,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Icehouse,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Bluetip,
The Black Dice,
Tom Boy,
Byron Stingily,
Public Enemy,
Tres Demented,
Pagans,
Qualms,
The Toasters,
Freddie Wadling,
The Cramps,
Soul Sonic Force,
Joe Finger,
Stiv Bators,
Black Moon,
Los Fastidios,
Donny Hathaway,
The Standells,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Talk Talk,
New York Dolls,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Brass Construction,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
New Order, New Order, New Order, New Order.
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.