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 Djibouti and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Funky Four + One to the electroclash 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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All The Monochrome Set tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Velvet Underground record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tom Boy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Reagan Youth,
The Leaves,
Procol Harum,
Main Source,
Ronnie Foster,
Jawbox,
Sparks,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Chrome,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
Swans,
The J.B.'s,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
The Fugs,
Skarface,
Slave,
Fluxion,
Minnie Riperton,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The New Christs,
Shuggie Otis,
Nation of Ulysses,
Underground Resistance,
Sunsets and Hearts,
H. Thieme,
Nas,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Supertramp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Soft Machine,
Bill Near,
kango's stein massive,
Nico,
Technova,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Music Machine,
Derrick Morgan,
Arcadia,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
F. McDonald,
Vladislav Delay,
Pere Ubu,
Ohio Players,
Man Eating Sloth,
FM Einheit,
Television,
the Slits,
Fat Boys,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Aaron Thompson,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Newcleus,
Morten Harket,
Lindisfarne,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Moleskins,
Surgeon,
Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths, Marcia Griffiths.
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.