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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Girls At Our Best! to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mad Mike. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Section 25 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gerry Rafferty record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cluster,
Lou Christie,
Jawbox,
Arthur Verocai,
Fatback Band,
The American Breed,
Eurythmics,
Wire,
The Gories,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Kayak,
Mary Jane Girls,
Alton Ellis,
Ossler,
Judy Mowatt,
Al Stewart,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Los Fastidios,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Carl Craig,
Moss Icon,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Angry Samoans,
Nils Olav,
These Immortal Souls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gregory Isaacs,
Inner City,
Charles Mingus,
Accadde A,
Letta Mbulu,
Schoolly D,
Radio Birdman,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Con Funk Shun,
U.S. Maple,
Warsaw,
The Doobie Brothers,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Alphaville,
PIL,
Basic Channel,
Outsiders,
The Velvet Underground,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Interpol,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
the Human League,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Boz Scaggs,
Kerri Chandler,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Fuzztones,
The Smoke,
Bobby Byrd,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Johnny Clarke,
Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson, Roger Hodgson.
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.