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 Spain and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the clarinet 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 Lalo Schifrin to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Intrusion. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crooked Eye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DNA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Rundgren,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Con Funk Shun,
Skriet,
Mantronix,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fear,
10cc,
Sight & Sound,
Derrick May,
Flamin' Groovies,
Black Flag,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Jacques Brel,
Talk Talk,
Yellowson,
Joe Finger,
Matthew Halsall,
Suicide,
Saccharine Trust,
Soul II Soul,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Schoolly D,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bang On A Can,
Television,
Mo-Dettes,
Lungfish,
Harry Pussy,
The Mummies,
Qualms,
The Five Americans,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Zero Boys,
Brand Nubian,
Dennis Brown,
the Human League,
Soul Sonic Force,
Massinfluence,
L. Decosne,
Wolf Eyes,
Make Up,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Associates,
Danielle Patucci,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Beau Brummels,
Audionom,
Kerrie Biddell,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Star Department,
Pet Shop Boys,
La Düsseldorf,
Judy Mowatt,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Thompson Twins,
Dorothy Ashby,
Minutemen,
Dave Gahan,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
In Retrospect,
Archie Shepp,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.