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 Belgium and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1976 at the first Feelies practice in a loft in Haledon.
I was working on the theremin 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 Television to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 These Immortal Souls. All the underground hits.
All Sight & Sound tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every 8 Eyed Spy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arcadia record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roger Hodgson,
Janne Schatter,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Maurizio,
Pantaleimon,
The Selecter,
Crispy Ambulance,
Khruangbin,
Steve Hackett,
Patti Smith,
Blancmange,
The Slackers,
Funkadelic,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Goldenarms,
Ultimate Spinach,
Dual Sessions,
Kerri Chandler,
Jacques Brel,
Roxette,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Y Pants,
Archie Shepp,
Rod Modell,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Monochrome Set,
Nirvana,
Eurythmics,
Suburban Knight,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
Pylon,
World's Most,
The Pop Group,
Rufus Thomas,
Tomorrow,
The Fortunes,
Suicide,
DNA,
The Velvet Underground,
Scratch Acid,
Lalann,
The Barracudas,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
L. Decosne,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Danielle Patucci,
Bauhaus,
Spoonie Gee,
Frankie Knuckles,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Michelle Simonal,
The Walker Brothers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Graham Central Station,
The Fugs,
Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia, Harmonia.
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.