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 Ivory Coast and from Manchester.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
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 Gichy Dan to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Black Bananas. All the underground hits.
All Mr. Review tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter & Gordon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a June of 44 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Bar-Kays,
Donny Hathaway,
China Crisis,
Eric Copeland,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Jeff Mills,
The Saints,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Harpers Bizarre,
Nirvana,
The Red Krayola,
The Standells,
Saccharine Trust,
Vainqueur,
Silicon Teens,
Newcleus,
Adolescents,
Big Daddy Kane,
Animal Collective,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Rapeman,
John Foxx,
Anthony Braxton,
Minutemen,
Joensuu 1685,
Brass Construction,
The Grass Roots,
Spandau Ballet,
The Residents,
Arcadia,
Camouflage,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Mandrill,
Eddi Front,
Scan 7,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Skaos,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Names,
The Beau Brummels,
Warren Ellis,
The Detroit Cobras,
Jerry's Kids,
Robert Hood,
Echospace,
Robert Wyatt,
R.M.O.,
Sparks,
Quando Quango,
Bobby Sherman,
The Techniques,
Moss Icon,
Dual Sessions,
Kaleidoscope,
Reuben Wilson,
Fatback Band,
David Axelrod,
Barry Ungar,
Technova,
Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe, Be Bop Deluxe.
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.