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 Tonga and from Taipei.
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 1968 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Sao Paulo.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Faraquet to the rap 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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Sunsets and Hearts tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ituana record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers,
Can,
Little Man,
Jerry's Kids,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
It's A Beautiful Day,
DNA,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Silicon Teens,
Henry Cow,
Moby Grape,
Kayak,
Spoonie Gee,
The Victims,
Grey Daturas,
Aloha Tigers,
Arthur Verocai,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
E-Dancer,
Kurtis Blow,
D'Angelo,
June of 44,
Blancmange,
Kevin Saunderson,
Q65,
The Cowsills,
Leonard Cohen,
The Sound,
Morten Harket,
Boogie Down Productions,
Warren Ellis,
Neu!,
Liliput,
10cc,
Technova,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Peter & Gordon,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alison Limerick,
Hasil Adkins,
The Sonics,
Faraquet,
The Vogues,
Isaac Hayes,
the Sonics,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Crooked Eye,
Nico,
James White and The Blacks,
Lou Reed,
Josef K,
Max Romeo,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brand Nubian,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.