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 Italy and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 guitar 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 Avey Tare to the electroclash 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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Ponytail tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Von Mondo 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobbi Humphrey 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?
Y Pants,
E-Dancer,
Joe Smooth,
The Toasters,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Desert Stars,
Dark Day,
Country Teasers,
Echospace,
Arab on Radar,
Erykah Badu,
OOIOO,
Hoover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Amon Düül II,
The Smiths,
Mr. Review,
Bill Near,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Colin Newman,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Deadbeat,
Aaron Thompson,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Count Five,
Kerri Chandler,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Duran Duran,
Accadde A,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Kas Product,
the Human League,
Drexciya,
Gong,
H. Thieme,
The Durutti Column,
Byron Stingily,
The Seeds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Siglo XX,
Bush Tetras,
Ossler,
Nick Fraelich,
Talk Talk,
The Fire Engines,
Suicide,
The Evens,
X-102,
The Leaves,
The Electric Prunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Suburban Knight,
Robert Hood,
Grey Daturas,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Goldenarms,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Cheater Slicks,
Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work, Masters at Work.
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.