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 Uganda and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 sitar 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 Leaves to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlback. All the underground hits.
All Saccharine Trust tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The United States of America,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oneida,
New Order,
Rites of Spring,
Girls At Our Best!,
Hashim,
Marshall Jefferson,
Steve Hackett,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Porter Ricks,
R.M.O.,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Symarip,
EPMD,
Lee Hazlewood,
Eric Copeland,
Q and Not U,
Deakin,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott Heron,
Warren Ellis,
Kas Product,
Theoretical Girls,
Toni Rubio,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Isaac Hayes,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Blues Magoos,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Michelle Simonal,
D'Angelo,
John Holt,
Brick,
The Move,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Howard Jones,
Gabor Szabo,
Sparks,
Babytalk,
Skriet,
The Fall,
Wally Richardson,
Dead Boys,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Human League,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Stockholm Monsters,
Swans,
Agitation Free,
X-102,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gerry Rafferty,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Radio Birdman,
F. McDonald,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
a-ha,
The Cramps,
Gichy Dan,
Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell, Soft Cell.
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.