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 Lesotho 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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Royal Family And The Poor to the funk 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 Glenn Branca. All the underground hits.
All X-101 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alphaville record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 güiro and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Circle Jerks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Smoke,
Anthony Braxton,
Dave Gahan,
Radio Birdman,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
UT,
The Gories,
Harpers Bizarre,
Babytalk,
a-ha,
Tropical Tobacco,
cv313,
Traffic Nightmare,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Absolute Body Control,
The Gladiators,
The Star Department,
Soulsonic Force,
The Martian,
The Walker Brothers,
Tim Buckley,
The Raincoats,
Drexciya,
Joe Smooth,
Sun City Girls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Barbara Tucker,
Joensuu 1685,
Scion,
JFA,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Barrington Levy,
Monks,
Fatback Band,
DNA,
Scientists,
Brass Construction,
Au Pairs,
Guru Guru,
DJ Style,
Lalann,
Motorama,
Nirvana,
Althea and Donna,
Masters at Work,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Stooges,
The Buckinghams,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bill Near,
Amazonics,
John Coltrane,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Soft Cell,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Faust,
Tears for Fears,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Y Pants,
Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane, Big Daddy Kane.
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.