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 Palau and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Spokane.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
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 The Busters to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Bluetip. All the underground hits.
All Pole tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 sitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Young Rascals record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Leaves,
Kerri Chandler,
Hoover,
Black Moon,
Lebanon Hanover,
Animal Collective,
The Associates,
Gregory Isaacs,
10cc,
Barclay James Harvest,
Parry Music,
Public Enemy,
Gerry Rafferty,
John Lydon,
Duran Duran,
Silicon Teens,
Camberwell Now,
One Last Wish,
Young Marble Giants,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
K-Klass,
Mr. Review,
Buzzcocks,
Minutemen,
Minor Threat,
Royal Trux,
Crooked Eye,
The Red Krayola,
Alice Coltrane,
Bizarre Inc.,
Brand Nubian,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Oneida,
Circle Jerks,
Chris & Cosey,
Shoche,
The Techniques,
The Invisible,
Eddi Front,
Jeru the Damaja,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Detroit Cobras,
FM Einheit,
Country Teasers,
Rufus Thomas,
Scrapy,
The Divine Comedy,
The Fall,
DJ Sneak,
Bluetip,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun City Girls,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Bronski Beat,
Ken Boothe,
Ponytail,
Nik Kershaw,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse, Neil Young & Crazy Horse.
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.