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 Fiji 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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 rhodes 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 Tommy Roe to the rock kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Eve St. Jones. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Peter and Kerry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a FM Einheit record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Suicide,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dennis Brown,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gap Band,
Deepchord,
The Grass Roots,
Marc Almond,
Minor Threat,
Robert Hood,
Liliput,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Make Up,
Joensuu 1685,
Cheater Slicks,
Popol Vuh,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Y Pants,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Outsiders,
Dawn Penn,
The Skatalites,
The Birthday Party,
Guru Guru,
Black Sheep,
Sam Rivers,
Soul II Soul,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
H. Thieme,
Das Ding,
China Crisis,
Black Bananas,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Soft Machine,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
The Stooges,
Connie Case,
Organ,
Chrome,
Anthony Braxton,
Joy Division,
Dual Sessions,
Slick Rick,
Max Romeo,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
New Age Steppers,
Warsaw,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Donald Byrd,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Absolute Body Control,
Blake Baxter,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sixth Finger,
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.