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 Grenada and from Paris.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Milan.
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 The Young Rascals to the disco 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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All A Flock of Seagulls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Can 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 a synthesizer and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sun City Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Jeff Mills,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Harpers Bizarre,
Byron Stingily,
the Fania All-Stars,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Groovy Waters,
Marvin Gaye,
Pantaleimon,
Black Flag,
The Busters,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Holt,
The Shadows of Knight,
The J.B.'s,
Inner City,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Evens,
John Lydon,
Jeru the Damaja,
Ponytail,
The Black Dice,
Guru Guru,
La Düsseldorf,
Scrapy,
Charles Mingus,
Darondo,
Grey Daturas,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Blake Baxter,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
Blancmange,
The Gories,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mission of Burma,
L. Decosne,
The Selecter,
Hardrive,
Shuggie Otis,
Zapp,
The Beau Brummels,
The Fire Engines,
Cybotron,
John Coltrane,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Pet Shop Boys,
Adolescents,
Ronnie Foster,
Amon Düül,
Camouflage,
Big Daddy Kane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Eddi Front,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
X-Ray Spex,
Oneida,
The Modern Lovers,
The Standells,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.