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 Japan and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Portland.
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 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 Gun Club to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Tears for Fears. All the underground hits.
All Alice Coltrane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Spoonie Gee,
Camouflage,
Absolute Body Control,
L. Decosne,
Kerri Chandler,
Malaria!,
Deepchord,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Q65,
Gichy Dan,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Magazine,
The Human League,
Vladislav Delay,
Michelle Simonal,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Heaven 17,
Marcia Griffiths,
Marine Girls,
Curtis Mayfield,
Radiohead,
Barry Ungar,
Arab on Radar,
Sparks,
Ludus,
Josef K,
The Star Department,
Jeff Mills,
The Cure,
The Fortunes,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fad Gadget,
Derrick May,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Anthony Braxton,
The Detroit Cobras,
Spandau Ballet,
the Germs,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Oneida,
Mr. Review,
E-Dancer,
a-ha,
The Tremeloes,
Hoover,
Todd Rundgren,
Lebanon Hanover,
Gastr Del Sol,
Black Flag,
Tomorrow,
Glenn Branca,
Scientists,
Black Sheep,
The Invisible,
Harpers Bizarre,
D'Angelo,
Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson, Aaron Thompson.
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.