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 Pakistan and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Paris.
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 synthesizer 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the jazz 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Tommy Roe tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Matthew Halsall record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a La Düsseldorf record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Spandau Ballet,
The Buckinghams,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Johnny Clarke,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Invisible,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Wake,
Dual Sessions,
Max Romeo,
Juan Atkins,
Little Man,
Barry Ungar,
Anakelly,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Albert Ayler,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Quando Quango,
Derrick Morgan,
Wally Richardson,
Silicon Teens,
Harry Pussy,
Funky Four + One,
Thompson Twins,
Delon & Dalcan,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Harmonia,
K-Klass,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Q65,
Todd Rundgren,
The Busters,
Lightning Bolt,
Ronan,
Alton Ellis,
David McCallum,
The Gladiators,
Section 25,
Erasure,
Siglo XX,
Buzzcocks,
The Doobie Brothers,
Khruangbin,
the Slits,
Scott Walker,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Alarm Clocks,
Hot Snakes,
T.S.O.L.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sam Rivers,
Kool Moe Dee,
Mission of Burma,
Neil Young,
Roxy Music,
Anthony Braxton,
Peter and Kerry,
Nick Fraelich,
Bobby Sherman,
Rapeman,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.