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 Bologna.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 theremin 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam to the crunk 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 Bobby Sherman. All the underground hits.
All Nick Fraelich tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yellowson record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Country Teasers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
Sam Rivers,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Smoke,
Amon Düül II,
The Blackbyrds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radio Birdman,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Barry Ungar,
Liliput,
Nick Fraelich,
Ultravox,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Minny Pops,
Jesper Dahlback,
Magazine,
Judy Mowatt,
Boredoms,
Alison Limerick,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
Deadbeat,
Livin' Joy,
Marc Almond,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Fatback Band,
The J.B.'s,
Scott Walker,
Mantronix,
Aloha Tigers,
L. Decosne,
Blake Baxter,
Harry Pussy,
Q and Not U,
Rekid,
Ronnie Foster,
Arcadia,
Maurizio,
T. Rex,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Arthur Verocai,
Pulsallama,
The Velvet Underground,
June Days,
Rosa Yemen,
Cheater Slicks,
Lower 48,
New Age Steppers,
In Retrospect,
Deakin,
The Buckinghams,
Barrington Levy,
The Last Poets,
Interpol,
B.T. Express,
Dennis Brown,
Man Parrish,
Loose Ends,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap, Gary Puckett & The Union Gap.
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.