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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs to the jazz 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 The Leaves. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thompson Twins record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Byrd,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
T.S.O.L.,
Essential Logic,
The Fuzztones,
E-Dancer,
Aloha Tigers,
Gang Gang Dance,
Avey Tare,
Fugazi,
Fatback Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Marmalade,
The Sound,
Adolescents,
Radio Birdman,
MDC,
The American Breed,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Tears for Fears,
Visage,
Half Japanese,
Graham Central Station,
H. Thieme,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Porter Ricks,
Sunsets and Hearts,
D'Angelo,
Heaven 17,
The Dave Clark Five,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Lou Christie,
The Dead C,
Severed Heads,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Electric Prunes,
The Leaves,
Rod Modell,
Ludus,
Barbara Tucker,
New Order,
Wings,
Angry Samoans,
The Moody Blues,
Drive Like Jehu,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Eli Mardock,
Masters at Work,
B.T. Express,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lebanon Hanover,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.