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 Cuba and from Paris.
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 1969 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Eli Mardock to the techno kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Alice Coltrane. All the underground hits.
All JFA tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pulsallama 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eric B and Rakim,
Cecil Taylor,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
B.T. Express,
Gerry Rafferty,
Tim Buckley,
Malaria!,
Reagan Youth,
Au Pairs,
Flash Fearless,
Rhythm & Sound,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
cv313,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Funkadelic,
Black Bananas,
This Heat,
New Age Steppers,
Alphaville,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
In Retrospect,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Amon Düül,
Tears for Fears,
Unwound,
Kayak,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Isaac Hayes,
Youth Brigade,
The Move,
Judy Mowatt,
Dark Day,
Lucky Dragons,
The Skatalites,
Rufus Thomas,
Robert Hood,
Siglo XX,
The Mojo Men,
Terrestrial Tones,
Severed Heads,
Arcadia,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Arthur Verocai,
Steve Hackett,
Kas Product,
Quadrant,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
The Seeds,
Howard Jones,
Ossler,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Human League,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Black Sheep,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.