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 Marshall Islands and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Holger Czukay 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 Minnie Riperton to the crunk 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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All The Zeros tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lou Reed & John Cale record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Half Japanese,
Hardrive,
The Count Five,
Wasted Youth,
The Fuzztones,
Leonard Cohen,
Monks,
Quantec,
the Swans,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Vogues,
Colin Newman,
Connie Case,
Marc Almond,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
kango's stein massive,
Lebanon Hanover,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Sight & Sound,
Khruangbin,
Sister Nancy,
Donald Byrd,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Sixth Finger,
Terrestrial Tones,
Depeche Mode,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Tremeloes,
The Doors,
In Retrospect,
the Fania All-Stars,
Hashim,
David McCallum,
Pole,
Eric Dolphy,
Steve Hackett,
The Offenders,
Buzzcocks,
Henry Cow,
Saccharine Trust,
The Fugs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lalo Schifrin,
Alphaville,
Slick Rick,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Howard Jones,
Masters at Work,
Inner City,
the Germs,
The Fire Engines,
Fatback Band,
Television Personalities,
Newcleus,
Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four, Gang of Four.
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.