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 Eritrea and from Calgary.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Michael McDonald 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 kango's stein massive to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Richard Hell and the Voidoids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kurtis Blow record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Y Pants record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Alice Coltrane,
Surgeon,
Rapeman,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Swans,
Pantaleimon,
Rufus Thomas,
Negative Approach,
UT,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Sexual Harrassment,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bronski Beat,
Infiniti,
Skriet,
Lungfish,
Con Funk Shun,
John Holt,
The Barracudas,
Man Eating Sloth,
Flipper,
LL Cool J,
Matthew Halsall,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
The Cure,
The Grass Roots,
Deakin,
Soft Cell,
Technova,
Fatback Band,
The Happenings,
Sunsets and Hearts,
China Crisis,
Joyce Sims,
The Searchers,
Derrick Morgan,
Ossler,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Skarface,
the Fania All-Stars,
The New Christs,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Connie Case,
Kayak,
Curtis Mayfield,
Unrelated Segments,
Nation of Ulysses,
Pantytec,
John Lydon,
Magma,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Crispian St. Peters,
Fugazi,
Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins, Juan Atkins.
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.