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 Serbia and from London.
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 1962 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Lagos.
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 theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Susan Cadogan to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Fatback Band. All the underground hits.
All Rites of Spring tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Icehouse,
Joe Finger,
Rakim,
Second Layer,
Gichy Dan,
The Five Americans,
Trumans Water,
Harmonia,
U.S. Maple,
Ossler,
Alphaville,
Desert Stars,
Camouflage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Rotary Connection,
Gang Gang Dance,
Main Source,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Buckinghams,
Faust,
Pharoah Sanders,
Public Image Ltd.,
K-Klass,
Lucky Dragons,
the Swans,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Zapp,
Gang Starr,
Ronan,
Sixth Finger,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Royal Trux,
Rites of Spring,
The Residents,
The Dead C,
It's A Beautiful Day,
ABC,
The Skatalites,
Ludus,
John Cale,
Neu!,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marshall Jefferson,
Nik Kershaw,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Matthew Halsall,
Bluetip,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Pole,
Q65,
Iggy Pop,
The Mummies,
The Durutti Column,
Jandek,
Los Fastidios,
Lalo Schifrin,
Black Bananas,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.