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 Ecuador and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
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 Leonard Cohen to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Harmonia. All the underground hits.
All Bill Wells tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sonics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pagans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Whodini,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Shuggie Otis,
Wolf Eyes,
8 Eyed Spy,
Technova,
Chris Corsano,
Vladislav Delay,
Mr. Review,
Nick Fraelich,
Parry Music,
Jacob Miller,
Pere Ubu,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Ten City,
Siglo XX,
Eurythmics,
Rekid,
Blancmange,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
The Slits,
Khruangbin,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
UT,
R.M.O.,
Deadbeat,
Ronnie Foster,
Freddie Wadling,
The Flesh Eaters,
Soft Machine,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Ralphi Rosario,
Stiv Bators,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bronski Beat,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Kas Product,
The Selecter,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Reagan Youth,
John Cale,
Drexciya,
Danielle Patucci,
Gang Starr,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Desert Stars,
Outsiders,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
John Coltrane,
Yaz,
Althea and Donna,
Delon & Dalcan,
Animal Collective,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.