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 Monaco and from Tehran.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 theremin 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 JFA to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Happenings record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sixth Finger record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Soft Machine,
Vainqueur,
Susan Cadogan,
PIL,
10cc,
Jacob Miller,
Funkadelic,
The Busters,
Henry Cow,
The Golliwogs,
Symarip,
Nils Olav,
The American Breed,
Bluetip,
Reuben Wilson,
Visage,
Lucky Dragons,
Cameo,
Faraquet,
Surgeon,
Junior Murvin,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Stooges,
Darondo,
World's Most,
The Remains,
The Blues Magoos,
Masters at Work,
Girls At Our Best!,
Arcadia,
Dorothy Ashby,
Animal Collective,
Popol Vuh,
Chrome,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Echospace,
The Pretty Things,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Bill Wells,
Youth Brigade,
Maleditus Sound,
Dead Boys,
MDC,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rakim,
Colin Newman,
Stiv Bators,
Sun City Girls,
Harry Pussy,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Sonics,
Smog,
Piero Umiliani,
Sister Nancy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Josef K,
Freddie Wadling,
The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor, The Royal Family And The Poor.
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.