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 Micronesia and from Manila.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Clear Light to the punk 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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra Arkestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonic Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 sitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
8 Eyed Spy,
The Star Department,
Monolake,
K-Klass,
Brass Construction,
Cymande,
Rakim,
Morten Harket,
Byron Stingily,
Crash Course in Science,
The Kinks,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Red Krayola,
Warsaw,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Ultravox,
Reagan Youth,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Sex Pistols,
Niagra,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eric Dolphy,
Sexual Harrassment,
Talk Talk,
Von Mondo,
Public Enemy,
Saccharine Trust,
Second Layer,
Fat Boys,
Nico,
Lalann,
Youth Brigade,
Fad Gadget,
DNA,
Susan Cadogan,
The Smoke,
a-ha,
CMW,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Bob Dylan,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Joyce Sims,
Tommy Roe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
La Düsseldorf,
The Toasters,
Pere Ubu,
Jawbox,
Qualms,
Ken Boothe,
Grandmaster Flash,
Jeff Mills,
Bill Wells,
Angry Samoans,
The Modern Lovers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Dark Day,
Connie Case,
The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers, The Doobie Brothers.
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.