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 El Salvador and from Cairo.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 1983 at the first Lewis practice in a loft in Vancouver.
I was working on the mellotron 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 F. McDonald to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sarah Menescal. All the underground hits.
All Can tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ice-T record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Television record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Essential Logic,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Byron Stingily,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Cramps,
Sparks,
Faust,
Kool Moe Dee,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Excepter,
Young Marble Giants,
Neil Young,
Symarip,
Surgeon,
Peter & Gordon,
Mo-Dettes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Barry Ungar,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Vladislav Delay,
Henry Cow,
Erykah Badu,
Panda Bear,
Inner City,
Colin Newman,
Patti Smith,
Babytalk,
Make Up,
Yusef Lateef,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fear,
Barbara Tucker,
Minutemen,
Donny Hathaway,
Kurtis Blow,
Avey Tare,
The Fortunes,
the Human League,
James White and The Blacks,
Tears for Fears,
Sun City Girls,
Boogie Down Productions,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Bananas,
Ultra Naté,
Lakeside,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Circle Jerks,
The Red Krayola,
X-Ray Spex,
Al Stewart,
Icehouse,
Unwound,
Cecil Taylor,
Cheater Slicks,
Tommy Roe,
Gerry Rafferty,
Rakim, Rakim, Rakim, Rakim.
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.