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 Serbia and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Camouflage to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Infiniti. All the underground hits.
All Moby Grape tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Metal Thangz record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Fania All-Stars record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Supertramp,
Arthur Verocai,
Second Layer,
Don Cherry,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Young Rascals,
Henry Cow,
The Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
China Crisis,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
Barclay James Harvest,
Sällskapet,
Wally Richardson,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Lucky Dragons,
Alphaville,
Eric Copeland,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Alison Limerick,
Basic Channel,
Sun City Girls,
Gastr Del Sol,
Liliput,
Little Man,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Malaria!,
Youth Brigade,
Radiopuhelimet,
Hardrive,
The Invisible,
Bob Dylan,
Sugar Minott,
Bluetip,
The Selecter,
John Coltrane,
Pierre Henry,
Erykah Badu,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Funky Four + One,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moss Icon,
Soulsonic Force,
The Fugs,
Qualms,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Crash Course in Science,
Public Enemy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lyres,
The Slackers,
Visage,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Avey Tare,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sister Nancy,
The Trojans,
the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell, the Soft Cell.
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.