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 Croatia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 snare 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 FM Einheit to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T.S.O.L.. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 snare and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Leonard Cohen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mo-Dettes,
The Names,
Bad Manners,
Todd Terry,
Skarface,
Stiv Bators,
Angry Samoans,
Porter Ricks,
Mandrill,
The Saints,
Ralphi Rosario,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Seeds,
Underground Resistance,
Mars,
Blake Baxter,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Pet Shop Boys,
MDC,
Slave,
Public Image Ltd.,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Zapp,
Livin' Joy,
Faust,
Excepter,
Trumans Water,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soft Cell,
Boz Scaggs,
Gang Green,
Black Moon,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
Radio Birdman,
Ponytail,
Hasil Adkins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Radiohead,
Cecil Taylor,
Todd Rundgren,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Offenders,
The Cure,
Mary Jane Girls,
Connie Case,
Hoover,
The Doobie Brothers,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Guru Guru,
Marcia Griffiths,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Quadrant,
Erykah Badu,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Bill Near,
Rod Modell,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Gil Scott Heron,
Roy Ayers,
Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons, Lucky Dragons.
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.