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 Malta and from Lille.
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 1968 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 1978 at the first Visage practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when Holger Czukay 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 Tropical Tobacco to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Idris Muhammad. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Animal Collective record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cybotron record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
The Invisible,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Bronski Beat,
F. McDonald,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alice Coltrane,
Bad Manners,
Terry Callier,
Junior Murvin,
Danielle Patucci,
Severed Heads,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
JFA,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Brothers Johnson,
Man Eating Sloth,
Roger Hodgson,
AZ,
Boredoms,
Jeff Lynne,
The Red Krayola,
Scratch Acid,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Sun City Girls,
Dual Sessions,
Qualms,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Nas,
ABBA,
Gong,
Y Pants,
the Bar-Kays,
Country Teasers,
Bobby Sherman,
The Modern Lovers,
Sister Nancy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Main Source,
Pet Shop Boys,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Anthony Braxton,
Fear,
Livin' Joy,
Bill Near,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dorothy Ashby,
Bobby Byrd,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Techniques,
Bobby Womack,
June Days,
ABC,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Ultimate Spinach,
Sparks,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks, Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks.
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.