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 Rwanda and from Madrid.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the theremin 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 Steve Hackett to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All The Fall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lebanon Hanover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Roger Hodgson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Unrelated Segments,
The Tremeloes,
Angry Samoans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Hardrive,
Quadrant,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Soulsonic Force,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Peter & Gordon,
Sun Ra,
Alphaville,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Electric Prunes,
The Alarm Clocks,
Jeru the Damaja,
the Swans,
Livin' Joy,
The Wake,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Fugs,
The Cure,
Ken Boothe,
The Slits,
Vladislav Delay,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash,
Henry Cow,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott Heron,
Malaria!,
Barrington Levy,
Ossler,
Vainqueur,
Glenn Branca,
DJ Style,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Mars,
Gong,
Marine Girls,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Remains,
Minny Pops,
Blake Baxter,
10cc,
Rosa Yemen,
Lyres,
The Index,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Crooked Eye,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Brothers Johnson,
Inner City,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Technova,
Adolescents,
48th St. Collective,
Public Enemy,
Graham Central Station,
EPMD, EPMD, EPMD, EPMD.
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.