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 Maldives and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 oboe 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 Bad Manners to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Camouflage tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marine Girls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lalo Schifrin,
Cybotron,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Lalann,
Agitation Free,
Mark Hollis,
The Pop Group,
The Flesh Eaters,
Ultra Naté,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Mo-Dettes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Monks,
Easy Going,
Magma,
Aloha Tigers,
Silicon Teens,
Negative Approach,
The Barracudas,
Mad Mike,
Severed Heads,
Black Pus,
MDC,
The Raincoats,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fluxion,
Kerrie Biddell,
Sparks,
T. Rex,
Kerri Chandler,
Thee Headcoats,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Judy Mowatt,
Drexciya,
The Real Kids,
8 Eyed Spy,
Television Personalities,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Faust,
Zero Boys,
Niagra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The J.B.'s,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Barclay James Harvest,
Los Fastidios,
The Happenings,
Siglo XX,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Symarip,
Lakeside,
Camberwell Now,
Arcadia,
The Offenders,
Pantaleimon,
Main Source,
The Gap Band,
Ronan,
Byron Stingily,
Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig, Carl Craig.
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.