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 Samoa and from Woodstock.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Can to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Jeru the Damaja. All the underground hits.
All Ultramagnetic MC's tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Suicide,
Heaven 17,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Slave,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Coltrane,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
DJ Sneak,
Soulsonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Oneida,
Stereo Dub,
Maleditus Sound,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Funky Four + One,
Girls At Our Best!,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Ultravox,
The Remains,
Public Image Ltd.,
Idris Muhammad,
The Misunderstood,
The Blackbyrds,
Magma,
Television,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Cluster,
The Happenings,
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
Silicon Teens,
La Düsseldorf,
Livin' Joy,
David Bowie,
Sixth Finger,
One Last Wish,
Spoonie Gee,
Circle Jerks,
Bobby Sherman,
Main Source,
Brick,
Zero Boys,
The Skatalites,
Country Teasers,
The Five Americans,
Wolf Eyes,
Hasil Adkins,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Dorothy Ashby,
Man Parrish,
Sonny Sharrock,
the Normal,
Warren Ellis,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Fluxion,
Alphaville,
The Leaves,
Glenn Branca,
Roy Ayers,
Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel, Jacques Brel.
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.