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 Qatar and from Manila.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart 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 Heaven 17 to the electroclash 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 Glambeats Corp.. All the underground hits.
All Ten City tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Vladislav Delay record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eric B and Rakim record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül II,
Chrome,
Sarah Menescal,
Spoonie Gee,
Barry Ungar,
Roger Hodgson,
Pussy Galore,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Angry Samoans,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Robert Hood,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Traffic Nightmare,
Rites of Spring,
June Days,
The Buckinghams,
The Cramps,
David McCallum,
Audionom,
E-Dancer,
Buzzcocks,
Gang of Four,
Reuben Wilson,
The Beau Brummels,
The Busters,
Rosa Yemen,
Kerri Chandler,
The Wake,
Soul Sonic Force,
Marmalade,
Bang On A Can,
The Gories,
Junior Murvin,
Jacob Miller,
10cc,
Black Moon,
Alice Coltrane,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Bill Near,
Aswad,
Scratch Acid,
Barclay James Harvest,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
MC5,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Flash Fearless,
Adolescents,
Animal Collective,
Kas Product,
Kerrie Biddell,
Minor Threat,
Lebanon Hanover,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pierre Henry,
Ponytail,
Surgeon,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.