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 Turkmenistan and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 David Bowie 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 London Community Gospel Choir to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Technova tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Parry Music record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Divine Comedy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
China Crisis,
Hoover,
Stockholm Monsters,
Masters at Work,
ABBA,
Pagans,
Minnie Riperton,
Max Romeo,
Black Moon,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Associates,
MDC,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Can,
Fluxion,
John Cale,
Hardrive,
The Fortunes,
Stetsasonic,
Los Fastidios,
48th St. Collective,
Nils Olav,
The Misunderstood,
June of 44,
Funky Four + One,
Man Parrish,
Avey Tare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Donald Byrd,
Bill Wells,
Neil Young,
Jandek,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Skarface,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
T. Rex,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Radiopuhelimet,
K-Klass,
The Star Department,
Mark Hollis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Ludus,
Ultra Naté,
Aaron Thompson,
Soft Machine,
X-Ray Spex,
The Knickerbockers,
Traffic Nightmare,
Little Man,
Barrington Levy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Interpol,
Young Marble Giants,
Sugar Minott,
Crime,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.