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 Uruguay and from Bologna.
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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Beijing.
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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 J.B.'s to the techno 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 Gary Puckett & The Union Gap. All the underground hits.
All Larry & the Blue Notes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Danielle Patucci record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Moody Blues record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jawbox,
The Fuzztones,
Average White Band,
Radio Birdman,
Alison Limerick,
the Sonics,
Lou Christie,
Lungfish,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Toasters,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Kinks,
MC5,
China Crisis,
Dave Gahan,
Lakeside,
Neu!,
The Fugs,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Severed Heads,
Talk Talk,
The Stooges,
Yellowson,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Cameo,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Aaron Thompson,
Youth Brigade,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Duran Duran,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Suicide,
Liliput,
The Misunderstood,
Agitation Free,
Bobby Byrd,
Ludus,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ohio Players,
The Skatalites,
Pierre Henry,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Yusef Lateef,
Kevin Saunderson,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Television Personalities,
John Coltrane,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
Maleditus Sound,
Absolute Body Control,
X-102,
The American Breed,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Gun Club,
Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry, Don Cherry.
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.