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 Estonia and from Copenhagen.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when Lou Reed 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 Bobby Sherman to the grime kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Main Source. All the underground hits.
All The J.B.'s tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
AZ,
Carl Craig,
Aural Exciters,
Marmalade,
June Days,
The Associates,
Nico,
Masters at Work,
The Blackbyrds,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Blossom Toes,
Ralphi Rosario,
Rod Modell,
R.M.O.,
Lou Reed,
Young Marble Giants,
Bush Tetras,
Ornette Coleman,
Jimmy McGriff,
Girls At Our Best!,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pantaleimon,
The Knickerbockers,
Vainqueur,
The Busters,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Techniques,
Ten City,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rapeman,
The Index,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Isaac Hayes,
Trumans Water,
Scratch Acid,
La Düsseldorf,
Youth Brigade,
Throbbing Gristle,
Donald Byrd,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
The Saints,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Wake,
Max Romeo,
The Five Americans,
Cluster,
Television Personalities,
Panda Bear,
Sixth Finger,
The Sound,
The Gun Club,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Ken Boothe,
a-ha, a-ha, a-ha, a-ha.
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.