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 Azerbaijan and from Jakarta.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Alton Ellis to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Quantec. All the underground hits.
All Silicon Teens tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Cale 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Aural Exciters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Echospace,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
The Fugs,
X-101,
Erykah Badu,
The Count Five,
Public Enemy,
The Motions,
Sister Nancy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Television Personalities,
Terrestrial Tones,
Neu!,
Bill Near,
John Lydon,
The Mummies,
The Fuzztones,
Maleditus Sound,
Marvin Gaye,
The Trojans,
Robert Görl,
Symarip,
Radio Birdman,
The Saints,
Country Teasers,
Zapp,
The J.B.'s,
James White and The Blacks,
Henry Cow,
Camberwell Now,
Avey Tare,
Pagans,
Cybotron,
Michelle Simonal,
Eurythmics,
Nils Olav,
KRS-One,
Hot Snakes,
Idris Muhammad,
T. Rex,
Spandau Ballet,
Chrome,
Bobby Byrd,
The Kinks,
The Names,
Sonny Sharrock,
Kerrie Biddell,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Rod Modell,
Nirvana,
Yusef Lateef,
Eli Mardock,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
Infiniti,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Parry Music,
Agent Orange,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.