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 Angola and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 clarinet 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 Rites of Spring to the dance 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 Radiohead. All the underground hits.
All The Flesh Eaters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ultramagnetic MC's record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Neon Judgement,
Can,
KRS-One,
Janne Schatter,
The Birthday Party,
a-ha,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Sister Nancy,
One Last Wish,
Duran Duran,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Jeff Lynne,
Moby Grape,
The Cure,
The Pretty Things,
Swell Maps,
Crash Course in Science,
The Monks,
The Evens,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Real Kids,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The New Christs,
Model 500,
Steve Hackett,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Index,
Dead Boys,
Gang of Four,
Skarface,
New Age Steppers,
Public Image Ltd.,
Section 25,
Lee Hazlewood,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Music Machine,
New Order,
Kool Moe Dee,
Hot Snakes,
The Fortunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Spandau Ballet,
Angry Samoans,
Television,
The Alarm Clocks,
Glambeats Corp.,
London Community Gospel Choir,
the Association,
Rekid,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Fela Kuti,
Thee Headcoats,
Boz Scaggs,
The Fuzztones,
Bootsy Collins,
Animal Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Tubeway Army,
Average White Band,
Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi, Fugazi.
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.