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 Netherlands and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 theremin 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 Freddie Wadling to the techno 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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Masters at Work tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Iggy Pop 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Yaz,
The Modern Lovers,
Freddie Wadling,
Man Parrish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Todd Terry,
The Buckinghams,
Schoolly D,
Tubeway Army,
The Move,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Reuben Wilson,
The Golliwogs,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
One Last Wish,
Gabor Szabo,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
In Retrospect,
Grandmaster Flash,
Marmalade,
Roger Hodgson,
Funkadelic,
Metal Thangz,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Dark Day,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Techniques,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Second Layer,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Circle Jerks,
Simply Red,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Howard Jones,
Mo-Dettes,
Jeru the Damaja,
Subhumans,
Reagan Youth,
The Martian,
The Angels of Light,
Stetsasonic,
Kaleidoscope,
Mad Mike,
Kerri Chandler,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Smiths,
Toni Rubio,
Letta Mbulu,
Grauzone,
Siglo XX,
Unwound,
the Germs,
Robert Hood,
Faust,
Bush Tetras,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Spoonie Gee,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.