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 Tajikistan and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 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 Qualms to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Godley & Creme. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every June of 44 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ice-T record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
Bizarre Inc.,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Skatalites,
Sixth Finger,
Howard Jones,
Fatback Band,
Sugar Minott,
Mantronix,
Letta Mbulu,
The Fuzztones,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
New Age Steppers,
Fear,
CMW,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Ultravox,
Peter & Gordon,
The Young Rascals,
Don Cherry,
Barbara Tucker,
The Monochrome Set,
cv313,
Radiohead,
Banda Bassotti,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Bill Near,
Audionom,
Intrusion,
Neil Young,
Hoover,
These Immortal Souls,
The Neon Judgement,
PIL,
Organ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Symarip,
Little Man,
Ohio Players,
Spandau Ballet,
Jerry's Kids,
Magma,
Boz Scaggs,
The Monks,
Swell Maps,
Max Romeo,
Desert Stars,
The Walker Brothers,
Tubeway Army,
Crispian St. Peters,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Pantytec,
Kevin Saunderson,
Babytalk,
Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17, Heaven 17.
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.