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 Bahamas and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 chamberlin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Robert Palmer 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 Easy Going to the punk kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra. All the underground hits.
All Curtis Mayfield tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
Hasil Adkins,
Subhumans,
The Vogues,
Interpol,
Eric Dolphy,
The Divine Comedy,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Laurel Aitken,
Neu!,
Brass Construction,
The Slits,
Excepter,
T. Rex,
Scientists,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Inner City,
Depeche Mode,
June of 44,
Prince Buster,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Buzzcocks,
Soul II Soul,
Das Ding,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Colin Newman,
Joey Negro,
Talk Talk,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
LL Cool J,
Kool Moe Dee,
Black Bananas,
Blake Baxter,
The Smiths,
Fugazi,
Make Up,
The J.B.'s,
Soulsonic Force,
Joyce Sims,
Easy Going,
New Age Steppers,
The Mummies,
Marcia Griffiths,
Faust,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tommy Roe,
Black Flag,
The Count Five,
The Cowsills,
Crash Course in Science,
Gerry Rafferty,
Masters at Work,
Half Japanese,
Jacques Brel,
Newcleus,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo, Kool G Rap & DJ Polo.
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.