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 Nigeria and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide 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 Lungfish to the rock 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Grandmaster Flash tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Erasure record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
New Age Steppers,
Half Japanese,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Martian,
Outsiders,
T.S.O.L.,
The Fuzztones,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Barry Ungar,
F. McDonald,
Bobby Sherman,
Joey Negro,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Rosa Yemen,
Sonic Youth,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Jeff Lynne,
L. Decosne,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Nas,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Electric Prunes,
The Last Poets,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
the Germs,
The Kinks,
Ohio Players,
Wasted Youth,
Darondo,
Lyres,
John Cale,
Rapeman,
Vladislav Delay,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Arcadia,
Nils Olav,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Banda Bassotti,
Yellowson,
Kurtis Blow,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Howard Jones,
Derrick May,
Minor Threat,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
One Last Wish,
Bobby Byrd,
Groovy Waters,
Boredoms,
Scott Walker,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Monks,
Scientists,
Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew, Vaughan Mason & Crew.
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.