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 Kyrgyzstan and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 1968 at the first Bowie practice in a loft in Bromley.
I was working on the sitar 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 Blossom Toes to the crunk 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Matthew Halsall tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a KRS-One record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
PIL,
Avey Tare,
Bush Tetras,
Mantronix,
The Dead C,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Frankie Knuckles,
Easy Going,
Brass Construction,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Amon Düül II,
Nas,
Johnny Clarke,
Sparks,
Ice-T,
Sam Rivers,
Connie Case,
Eurythmics,
Excepter,
The Electric Prunes,
June Days,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ken Boothe,
This Heat,
Barry Ungar,
Interpol,
Isaac Hayes,
Radiopuhelimet,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Sun Ra,
Tubeway Army,
Harry Pussy,
The Move,
The Cramps,
Arthur Verocai,
The Flesh Eaters,
Deakin,
Jandek,
Flash Fearless,
Aaron Thompson,
Trumans Water,
The Gories,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Velvet Underground,
Marcia Griffiths,
Anakelly,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
UT,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cluster,
The Divine Comedy,
AZ,
Zapp,
The Red Krayola,
Erasure,
Dual Sessions,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.