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 Liberia 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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 clarinet sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lonnie Liston Smith to the disco 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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All L. Decosne tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Association record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minutemen record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amon Düül,
Technova,
Marcia Griffiths,
Reuben Wilson,
Duran Duran,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Tears for Fears,
The Dead C,
Cluster,
Siglo XX,
Roy Ayers,
The Names,
The Neon Judgement,
Black Flag,
Ultimate Spinach,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Pagans,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Chris Corsano,
Ice-T,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Anthony Braxton,
X-101,
Arthur Verocai,
The Remains,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stiv Bators,
Ronan,
Porter Ricks,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Moby Grape,
PIL,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
X-Ray Spex,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Last Poets,
Peter & Gordon,
Hot Snakes,
Marvin Gaye,
Iggy Pop,
Unwound,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Black Moon,
Fad Gadget,
The American Breed,
The Monochrome Set,
Guru Guru,
Nick Fraelich,
Sound Behaviour,
The Sisters of Mercy,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Pharoah Sanders,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric B and Rakim,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
H. Thieme,
Carl Craig,
Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars, Desert Stars.
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.