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 Tunisia and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 harpsichord 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 Silicon Teens 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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Eric Dolphy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Happenings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
the Germs,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Happenings,
Royal Trux,
Davy DMX,
Easy Going,
Niagra,
The Grass Roots,
Joy Division,
Rotary Connection,
Jerry Gold Smith,
F. McDonald,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Fluxion,
Scott Walker,
Brothers Johnson,
Lyres,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Ohio Players,
Carl Craig,
David Axelrod,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Music Machine,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ralphi Rosario,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Supertramp,
The Names,
T.S.O.L.,
Joe Smooth,
The Busters,
Lucky Dragons,
Hardrive,
Tomorrow,
Jacob Miller,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mars,
Gil Scott Heron,
Spoonie Gee,
Rod Modell,
Fat Boys,
the Bar-Kays,
Dead Boys,
Liliput,
Fear,
The Dirtbombs,
Crispian St. Peters,
Lebanon Hanover,
Arcadia,
Barrington Levy,
Sarah Menescal,
Gang Gang Dance,
Sexual Harrassment,
Bluetip,
ABBA,
D'Angelo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland, Eric Copeland.
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.