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 Armenia and from Lagos.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Lou Reed 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 The Divine Comedy to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fear. All the underground hits.
All Henry Cow tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Thinking Fellers Union Local 282 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rites of Spring record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Yusef Lateef,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Hoover,
Radiohead,
Tears for Fears,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Doobie Brothers,
Soft Machine,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Unwound,
The Seeds,
Jesper Dahlback,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Echospace,
Unrelated Segments,
Drive Like Jehu,
David Bowie,
Minny Pops,
Public Image Ltd.,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Roxy Music,
Section 25,
The Dirtbombs,
Nik Kershaw,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Amazonics,
Wasted Youth,
Rhythm & Sound,
Scrapy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Chris Corsano,
D'Angelo,
The Tremeloes,
The Happenings,
Soft Cell,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Peter and Kerry,
Dennis Brown,
Grauzone,
Arab on Radar,
John Foxx,
Spandau Ballet,
The Barracudas,
Johnny Clarke,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sonic Youth,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Tomorrow,
Erykah Badu,
Tommy Roe,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Michelle Simonal,
Johnny Osbourne,
Electric Prunes,
F. McDonald,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Gichy Dan,
Kurtis Blow,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.