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 Kosovo and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Massinfluence to the jazz 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 Clear Light. All the underground hits.
All Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Supertramp record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Lucky Dragons,
Rakim,
Sonic Youth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June Days,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Bang On A Can,
The Cure,
The Blues Magoos,
John Foxx,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Magazine,
Junior Murvin,
The Martian,
Glambeats Corp.,
New York Dolls,
Dawn Penn,
Sixth Finger,
Mandrill,
MDC,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Vladislav Delay,
Lou Reed,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Associates,
Minor Threat,
DJ Sneak,
Tears for Fears,
Fear,
Suburban Knight,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Hardrive,
Brick,
The Motions,
A Flock of Seagulls,
ABC,
Mark Hollis,
Half Japanese,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Los Fastidios,
Nils Olav,
Von Mondo,
Connie Case,
The Monks,
Moby Grape,
China Crisis,
The Mojo Men,
Mr. Review,
Sarah Menescal,
Susan Cadogan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Freddie Wadling,
Panda Bear,
Barrington Levy,
Brass Construction,
Joensuu 1685,
Kayak,
Flipper,
Gichy Dan,
Yazoo,
Scientists, Scientists, Scientists, Scientists.
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.