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 Uruguay and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Television to the funk 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 Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tears for Fears 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Junior Murvin,
John Coltrane,
Carl Craig,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Black Pus,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Gregory Isaacs,
Aloha Tigers,
The Gladiators,
Heaven 17,
Black Moon,
F. McDonald,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lyres,
Scan 7,
Stereo Dub,
Michelle Simonal,
Glenn Branca,
cv313,
Fluxion,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Mo-Dettes,
The Selecter,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Quando Quango,
Chris Corsano,
Clear Light,
Pulsallama,
Quadrant,
Lucky Dragons,
Minutemen,
Blake Baxter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jerry's Kids,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Steve Hackett,
The Victims,
Kool Moe Dee,
Harmonia,
The Fire Engines,
Rufus Thomas,
Royal Trux,
Nik Kershaw,
Harpers Bizarre,
Mark Hollis,
Pierre Henry,
Dual Sessions,
Sister Nancy,
The Toasters,
Sandy B,
Ultravox,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
FM Einheit,
Fat Boys,
Eli Mardock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Peter & Gordon,
Rakim,
Barclay James Harvest,
Reagan Youth,
Echospace, Echospace, Echospace, Echospace.
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.