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 Japan and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 rhodes 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 Camberwell Now to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Darondo. All the underground hits.
All Lee Hazlewood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord 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 Happenings,
Little Man,
Funky Four + One,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Tears for Fears,
the Sonics,
Harpers Bizarre,
L. Decosne,
Boogie Down Productions,
KRS-One,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Grauzone,
Jesper Dahlback,
Sparks,
Circle Jerks,
Swell Maps,
Barrington Levy,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Severed Heads,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sister Nancy,
The Gap Band,
The Durutti Column,
China Crisis,
Camberwell Now,
Smog,
Excepter,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Residents,
Erasure,
The Selecter,
Crooked Eye,
Yusef Lateef,
Ossler,
Marine Girls,
Wally Richardson,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
ABC,
Swans,
Fear,
Minnie Riperton,
The Smoke,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Buckinghams,
Clear Light,
The Move,
Liliput,
Warren Ellis,
The Names,
Slick Rick,
Glenn Branca,
AZ,
Gerry Rafferty,
The New Christs,
The Invisible,
F. McDonald,
The J.B.'s,
ABBA, ABBA, ABBA, ABBA.
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.