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 India and from Toronto.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Franke to the rap kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All Electric Light Orchestra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joy Division 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bizarre Inc. record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Five Americans,
L. Decosne,
Ponytail,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Underground Resistance,
Black Pus,
Public Enemy,
The Music Machine,
The Dead C,
Easy Going,
Stiv Bators,
Pantaleimon,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Organ,
Dorothy Ashby,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Adolescents,
Amon Düül II,
Moebius,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Kurtis Blow,
Sparks,
John Cale,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Stooges,
The Offenders,
Bauhaus,
Bootsy Collins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Selecter,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
EPMD,
Al Stewart,
David Bowie,
Scion,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Howard Jones,
Big Daddy Kane,
Accadde A,
Absolute Body Control,
Royal Trux,
This Heat,
Zapp,
Soft Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Motorama,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Basic Channel,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Swell Maps,
Lightning Bolt,
Babytalk,
Tropical Tobacco,
Oneida,
Boredoms,
Television,
Nirvana,
The Shadows of Knight,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt, John Holt, John Holt, John Holt.
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.