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 San Marino and from Tokyo.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Negative Approach to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Cale. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every KRS-One 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Procol Harum record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sandy B,
Pantaleimon,
Bill Near,
Soft Machine,
The Invisible,
Pole,
The Gories,
Joe Smooth,
Young Marble Giants,
Yusef Lateef,
Hot Snakes,
Sparks,
the Swans,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül II,
L. Decosne,
Thompson Twins,
Drexciya,
Scan 7,
Albert Ayler,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Kaleidoscope,
Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Sound,
U.S. Maple,
Erasure,
Crispian St. Peters,
Inner City,
Minny Pops,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Pulsallama,
Half Japanese,
Harmonia,
Ultra Naté,
La Düsseldorf,
Lower 48,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Saccharine Trust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joyce Sims,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Last Poets,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
the Human League,
Newcleus,
Graham Central Station,
The Cramps,
Bush Tetras,
Tommy Roe,
Ponytail,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Index,
Joey Negro,
Barrington Levy,
Echospace,
Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees, Siouxsie and the Banshees.
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.