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 Cyprus and from Madrid.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Crispian St. Peters to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 The Doors. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed & John Cale record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fluxion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alphaville,
Masters at Work,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Unrelated Segments,
Magma,
Massinfluence,
Zero Boys,
Donald Byrd,
U.S. Maple,
Scrapy,
Juan Atkins,
Monks,
Accadde A,
Swell Maps,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Barrington Levy,
The Velvet Underground,
Deakin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Fuzztones,
The Raincoats,
China Crisis,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
Don Cherry,
Black Pus,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
X-Ray Spex,
The Electric Prunes,
Absolute Body Control,
Jacques Brel,
Glambeats Corp.,
JFA,
Ten City,
Joensuu 1685,
Mandrill,
Sister Nancy,
Aloha Tigers,
Wasted Youth,
Prince Buster,
Crispy Ambulance,
Radio Birdman,
The Fugs,
Andrew Hill,
Brand Nubian,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Barracudas,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Suicide,
Rhythm & Sound,
Make Up,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Joey Negro,
Danielle Patucci,
Boz Scaggs,
Cybotron,
Ituana,
Oneida,
T.S.O.L.,
Tres Demented,
D'Angelo,
Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo, Yazoo.
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.