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 Norway and from Tokyo.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 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 Drexciya to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Scientists. All the underground hits.
All Piero Umiliani tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Pus record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Gang Dance,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Fat Boys,
Arab on Radar,
Buzzcocks,
the Human League,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Red Krayola,
Bill Near,
The Associates,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Groovy Waters,
Lou Reed,
Steve Hackett,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Wings,
Lower 48,
Gastr Del Sol,
Silicon Teens,
Scrapy,
Los Fastidios,
Oneida,
10cc,
Smog,
Dawn Penn,
Kurtis Blow,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Cowsills,
Eve St. Jones,
Lee Hazlewood,
Sam Rivers,
Dead Boys,
Stiv Bators,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Skriet,
a-ha,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Barrington Levy,
These Immortal Souls,
Young Marble Giants,
Mandrill,
Altered Images,
Jeff Mills,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Faust,
Eurythmics,
The Fall,
Robert Wyatt,
Zero Boys,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Echospace,
Vladislav Delay,
Gregory Isaacs,
Graham Central Station,
Unwound, Unwound, Unwound, Unwound.
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.