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 China and from Portland.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 linndrum 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 F. McDonald to the techno 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 The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Peanut Butter Conspiracy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Depeche Mode,
Pole,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Birthday Party,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Frankie Knuckles,
Grandmaster Flash,
Masters at Work,
DJ Style,
John Cale,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Mummies,
Deadbeat,
Faust,
Wings,
Von Mondo,
Roger Hodgson,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Count Five,
Popol Vuh,
Robert Wyatt,
Dark Day,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Iggy Pop,
Babytalk,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Fela Kuti,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Buzzcocks,
Underground Resistance,
The Star Department,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Cure,
New Age Steppers,
Kerri Chandler,
Joyce Sims,
The Knickerbockers,
Loose Ends,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Slits,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Saccharine Trust,
Minor Threat,
Pantytec,
The Techniques,
DNA,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sam Rivers,
Man Parrish,
Funky Four + One,
L. Decosne,
Wire,
Second Layer,
Desert Stars,
The Dirtbombs,
Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare, Traffic Nightmare.
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.