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 Comoros and from Calgary.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 The Seeds to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every MDC 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tubeway Army record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Gabor Szabo,
Swell Maps,
Jawbox,
Average White Band,
Derrick May,
ABC,
Harry Pussy,
Dual Sessions,
The Busters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Motions,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
The Black Dice,
The Fortunes,
Byron Stingily,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
John Coltrane,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
The New Christs,
The Golliwogs,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Absolute Body Control,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Doors,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Chris Corsano,
Letta Mbulu,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Faraquet,
In Retrospect,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Hoover,
Vainqueur,
Ludus,
Peter & Gordon,
X-Ray Spex,
Flipper,
Yusef Lateef,
Sparks,
the Slits,
Urselle,
the Sonics,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sight & Sound,
Franke,
Circle Jerks,
Dead Boys,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.