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 Canada and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1966 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 Eden Ahbez to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fad Gadget. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Gladiators record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Invisible,
Soft Cell,
Brothers Johnson,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Mr. Review,
The Fuzztones,
David McCallum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Kayak,
The Walker Brothers,
Mission of Burma,
Blancmange,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Eric Copeland,
Fear,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Traffic Nightmare,
Eli Mardock,
Liliput,
Lebanon Hanover,
8 Eyed Spy,
Blossom Toes,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Lower 48,
The Fugs,
the Swans,
Eden Ahbez,
Drexciya,
Delta 5,
Jerry's Kids,
DJ Style,
The Gun Club,
Ohio Players,
The Litter,
John Holt,
Tom Boy,
One Last Wish,
The New Christs,
Faraquet,
Hot Snakes,
The Vogues,
Hardrive,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
E-Dancer,
Black Moon,
Moebius,
The Motions,
Anthony Braxton,
Darondo,
The Dead C,
the Slits,
The Cowsills,
Gastr Del Sol,
Wings,
Lindisfarne,
Nik Kershaw,
China Crisis,
Maurizio,
Bluetip,
Judy Mowatt,
the Soft Cell,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.