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 United Kingdom and from Lyon.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Agent Orange to the rap kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Siouxsie and the Banshees tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Shadows of Knight,
Drexciya,
Marvin Gaye,
Bobby Womack,
Donny Hathaway,
Max Romeo,
The Doors,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Quando Quango,
Monks,
Juan Atkins,
Charles Mingus,
Connie Case,
Joy Division,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Pantytec,
Mr. Review,
Patti Smith,
The Smiths,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Technova,
Nils Olav,
Ossler,
Ohio Players,
Urselle,
Skaos,
K-Klass,
The Motions,
Blake Baxter,
The Blues Magoos,
Derrick Morgan,
Wire,
The J.B.'s,
Marcia Griffiths,
Desert Stars,
Goldenarms,
The Count Five,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Matthew Bourne,
Aswad,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Little Man,
The Zeros,
The Evens,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Sällskapet,
Godley & Creme,
Sonic Youth,
The Mojo Men,
David Axelrod,
Bobby Byrd,
H. Thieme,
Pet Shop Boys,
Anthony Braxton,
Maleditus Sound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Clarke,
Funkadelic,
Barry Ungar,
The Beau Brummels,
Peter & Gordon,
Arab on Radar,
The Litter, The Litter, The Litter, The Litter.
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.