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 Ghana and from New York.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 oboe 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel. All the underground hits.
All Mad Mike tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Shuggie Otis,
Ohio Players,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Move,
Ituana,
Skarface,
The Real Kids,
the Germs,
Leonard Cohen,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Knickerbockers,
Pere Ubu,
Pole,
Stiv Bators,
The Beau Brummels,
Roxy Music,
The Sound,
The Zeros,
The Mojo Men,
Youth Brigade,
Excepter,
Camouflage,
Marshall Jefferson,
June of 44,
Crispy Ambulance,
D'Angelo,
Gabor Szabo,
Eve St. Jones,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Arthur Verocai,
Intrusion,
Animal Collective,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Mad Mike,
Rotary Connection,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Charles Mingus,
Flamin' Groovies,
Blossom Toes,
Suicide,
Howard Jones,
Cymande,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
ABC,
Funky Four + One,
AZ,
Delta 5,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Erasure,
Eden Ahbez,
Scott Walker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Trumans Water,
Banda Bassotti,
Neu!,
In Retrospect,
Radiopuhelimet,
Wolf Eyes,
Kayak,
Jacob Miller,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.