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 Poland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 marimba 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 Tubeway Army to the crunk 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 Stereo Dub. All the underground hits.
All Vainqueur tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Soft Cell 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Angels of Light & Akron/Family record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
John Holt,
Joey Negro,
Matthew Halsall,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
D'Angelo,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Tom Boy,
Terry Callier,
Barbara Tucker,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bizarre Inc.,
Newcleus,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Von Mondo,
Rosa Yemen,
Sugar Minott,
Symarip,
Los Fastidios,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Misunderstood,
Metal Thangz,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The New Christs,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marc Almond,
Sight & Sound,
Jandek,
Rapeman,
Ronan,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roger Hodgson,
Lower 48,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bobby Byrd,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Sound,
X-102,
Ash Ra Tempel,
David McCallum,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Toasters,
Bobby Womack,
Aloha Tigers,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Fad Gadget,
Mark Hollis,
Organ,
Barry Ungar,
Procol Harum,
Crispy Ambulance,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Traffic Nightmare,
Moss Icon,
Tubeway Army,
Robert Wyatt,
Marcia Griffiths,
Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood, Robert Hood.
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.