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 Mozambique and from Delhi.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Deepchord to the disco 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 Soulsonic Force. All the underground hits.
All Quantec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tomorrow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tubeway Army,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Freddie Wadling,
Swell Maps,
kango's stein massive,
The Count Five,
The Fortunes,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Human League,
The Offenders,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
The Moleskins,
Cheater Slicks,
Country Teasers,
Minor Threat,
E-Dancer,
Zero Boys,
U.S. Maple,
The Misunderstood,
the Fania All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Tommy Roe,
Soft Machine,
Robert Hood,
Pierre Henry,
Silicon Teens,
Slick Rick,
Barrington Levy,
the Germs,
Gastr Del Sol,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Bobby Sherman,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Saints,
The United States of America,
The Fuzztones,
Soft Cell,
Quando Quango,
Joyce Sims,
Nick Fraelich,
LL Cool J,
Hoover,
Grey Daturas,
John Coltrane,
Camberwell Now,
Bill Wells,
Ken Boothe,
Susan Cadogan,
cv313,
Deadbeat,
Newcleus,
Oblivians,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
Ossler,
Black Sheep,
The Golliwogs,
Lou Reed,
Rod Modell,
Neu!,
Blake Baxter,
World's Most, World's Most, World's Most, World's Most.
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.