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 Philippines and from Mumbai.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Drive Like Jehu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bronski Beat record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Royal Trux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
H. Thieme,
John Lydon,
Agitation Free,
Roxy Music,
The Gun Club,
The Pop Group,
Sonic Youth,
The Moleskins,
Piero Umiliani,
Scan 7,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Archie Shepp,
John Foxx,
X-Ray Spex,
Roger Hodgson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bizarre Inc.,
Aural Exciters,
The Gladiators,
Basic Channel,
Animal Collective,
Stereo Dub,
Sällskapet,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Stetsasonic,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Young Rascals,
New Order,
Godley & Creme,
The Wake,
Joyce Sims,
Josef K,
The Dead C,
Kaleidoscope,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Inner City,
Sandy B,
Heaven 17,
Minutemen,
Pierre Henry,
Ultimate Spinach,
Roxette,
a-ha,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Supertramp,
Deakin,
Sun Ra,
Maleditus Sound,
Black Flag,
Qualms,
Gang Gang Dance,
Electric Prunes,
Jesper Dahlback,
Cheater Slicks,
This Heat,
Amon Düül,
The American Breed,
The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills, The Cowsills.
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.