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 Israel and from Accra.
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 1967 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tokyo.
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 arpeggiator 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 Kinks to the rap kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Peter and Kerry. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amazonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Simply Red,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
John Lydon,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Susan Cadogan,
Glenn Branca,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Niagra,
The Associates,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Gories,
Steve Hackett,
Crooked Eye,
The Slits,
Thee Headcoats,
Gerry Rafferty,
Massinfluence,
Lebanon Hanover,
Harry Pussy,
Johnny Osbourne,
Bauhaus,
Michelle Simonal,
Sex Pistols,
Newcleus,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ronan,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Electric Prunes,
The Slackers,
Joensuu 1685,
Kerrie Biddell,
Scott Walker,
48th St. Collective,
Janne Schatter,
John Foxx,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Arthur Verocai,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Malaria!,
Q and Not U,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Marc Almond,
The Velvet Underground,
Marshall Jefferson,
Matthew Bourne,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Peter and Kerry,
Parry Music,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Dead Boys,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Livin' Joy,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Tom Boy,
Magma,
Ronnie Foster,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu, Drive Like Jehu.
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.