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 Estonia and from Seoul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 arpeggiator sounds with much patience.
I was there when Donald Fagen 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 Henry Cow to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Ultra Naté tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The American Breed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pere Ubu record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Associates,
Goldenarms,
X-102,
Parry Music,
The Selecter,
Derrick Morgan,
New Order,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Misunderstood,
Byron Stingily,
Magma,
Essential Logic,
H. Thieme,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Smog,
Bob Dylan,
Judy Mowatt,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Davy DMX,
Deadbeat,
Stereo Dub,
B.T. Express,
MDC,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Black Flag,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Urselle,
Basic Channel,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
T. Rex,
Pole,
Neil Young,
the Normal,
Oneida,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Camouflage,
kango's stein massive,
Model 500,
Skaos,
Icehouse,
Rhythm & Sound,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Nirvana,
Leonard Cohen,
The Standells,
John Cale,
Little Man,
Eric Dolphy,
Eurythmics,
The Cramps,
Bang On A Can,
Prince Buster,
The Electric Prunes,
These Immortal Souls,
Rotary Connection,
Chris Corsano,
Unrelated Segments,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.