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 Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 R.M.O. to the funk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Echo & the Bunnymen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Niagra,
Eric Dolphy,
The Fire Engines,
Maleditus Sound,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Marshall Jefferson,
Japan,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Todd Rundgren,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Shoche,
David Bowie,
Clear Light,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Joyce Sims,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Minutemen,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Nils Olav,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
The Evens,
Brand Nubian,
Flamin' Groovies,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Howard Jones,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Black Bananas,
The Sound,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Babytalk,
Dark Day,
Josef K,
Sonny Sharrock,
Simply Red,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Parry Music,
Tomorrow,
Brass Construction,
Adolescents,
H. Thieme,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
Gang Green,
Desert Stars,
Marine Girls,
a-ha,
Man Parrish,
Joensuu 1685,
ABC,
Alice Coltrane,
Ultravox,
Neu!,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry, Pierre Henry.
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.