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 Pakistan and from Hong Kong.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 oboe 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 Audionom to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Invisible. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
Wasted Youth,
Junior Murvin,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Bang On A Can,
Sun Ra,
Joy Division,
The J.B.'s,
John Holt,
The Searchers,
Eric Dolphy,
Skarface,
Symarip,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Easy Going,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Rosa Yemen,
cv313,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Deadbeat,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Electric Prunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Cheater Slicks,
Derrick Morgan,
Warsaw,
Subhumans,
The Five Americans,
The Alarm Clocks,
Dave Gahan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Blossom Toes,
Anakelly,
Con Funk Shun,
The Slackers,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Gladiators,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gang Green,
Juan Atkins,
Moss Icon,
Joe Finger,
Ponytail,
FM Einheit,
Alton Ellis,
Suburban Knight,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
The Cramps,
Faraquet,
Heaven 17,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Evens,
Ornette Coleman,
Sarah Menescal,
UT,
Sam Rivers,
CMW,
Harpers Bizarre,
Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville, Alphaville.
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.