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 Palau and from Hong Kong.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 synthesizer 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 A Flock of Seagulls to the punk 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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Kayak 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 jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roy Ayers Ubiquity record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Bobby Byrd,
Todd Rundgren,
Tears for Fears,
D'Angelo,
Eric B and Rakim,
Aloha Tigers,
PIL,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Mission of Burma,
Dark Day,
Joe Smooth,
Mark Hollis,
John Cale,
Freddie Wadling,
Rod Modell,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Erykah Badu,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Searchers,
Pere Ubu,
E-Dancer,
Letta Mbulu,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Brass Construction,
Unrelated Segments,
X-102,
Moby Grape,
Brand Nubian,
Stockholm Monsters,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Tres Demented,
The Slits,
The Alarm Clocks,
KRS-One,
Subhumans,
The Real Kids,
Gang Starr,
Isaac Hayes,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Ludus,
Newcleus,
Joey Negro,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Move,
Pagans,
B.T. Express,
Absolute Body Control,
Nico,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
One Last Wish,
Alice Coltrane,
Supertramp,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.