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 Rwanda and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 New York Dolls 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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Max Romeo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 theremin and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sight & Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Babytalk,
Maurizio,
Television Personalities,
The Skatalites,
The Detroit Cobras,
Unwound,
Faust,
Agitation Free,
Donald Byrd,
The J.B.'s,
Von Mondo,
Con Funk Shun,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fela Kuti,
Hot Snakes,
The Remains,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Das Ding,
Mr. Review,
Isaac Hayes,
Pierre Henry,
Iggy Pop,
Aswad,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Rod Modell,
Moby Grape,
Nik Kershaw,
Guru Guru,
H. Thieme,
Erykah Badu,
The Smiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kevin Saunderson,
Minor Threat,
Pulsallama,
The Residents,
David McCallum,
Soul Sonic Force,
Hoover,
Boogie Down Productions,
Qualms,
Charles Mingus,
LL Cool J,
Marc Almond,
Peter & Gordon,
The Toasters,
A Certain Ratio,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bill Near,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Camberwell Now,
The Vogues,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fall,
Ken Boothe,
Magazine,
The Gap Band,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Johnny Clarke,
Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents, Adolescents.
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.