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 Brunei and from Milan.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 organ 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 Rakim 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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Bar-Kays record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joe Smooth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Thompson Twins,
Robert Wyatt,
Prince Buster,
The Leaves,
Massinfluence,
Minny Pops,
Sarah Menescal,
Colin Newman,
The Grass Roots,
Surgeon,
Babytalk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Patti Smith,
The Kinks,
Schoolly D,
10cc,
Khruangbin,
The Red Krayola,
The Residents,
The Monochrome Set,
Junior Murvin,
The Offenders,
Smog,
Goldenarms,
Derrick Morgan,
Rites of Spring,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Swans,
Kayak,
Panda Bear,
The Flesh Eaters,
Stockholm Monsters,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Moebius,
Young Marble Giants,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Nik Kershaw,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Y Pants,
Grey Daturas,
Quantec,
The Invisible,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
DNA,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Donny Hathaway,
Infiniti,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mark Hollis,
ABBA,
The Young Rascals,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
U.S. Maple,
The Beau Brummels,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Guru Guru,
Cymande,
Deadbeat,
Piero Umiliani,
Lalo Schifrin,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.