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 South Africa and from Copenhagen.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Supertramp to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Shadows of Knight. All the underground hits.
All Danielle Patucci tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
Moebius,
Al Stewart,
Skaos,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Rakim,
Scratch Acid,
8 Eyed Spy,
Easy Going,
Wolf Eyes,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Metal Thangz,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Mars,
Buzzcocks,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
The Electric Prunes,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Janne Schatter,
Mad Mike,
Bobby Sherman,
Lightning Bolt,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABBA,
Rotary Connection,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Unrelated Segments,
Ten City,
The Associates,
Index,
John Coltrane,
Animal Collective,
Scrapy,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Seeds,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Sound,
Little Man,
Pantytec,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Cure,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Zeros,
Letta Mbulu,
Rufus Thomas,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Gories,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
James White and The Blacks,
Magma,
Wings,
The Buckinghams,
D'Angelo,
Davy DMX,
Iggy Pop,
Icehouse,
Aloha Tigers,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.