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 Dominica and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Lagos.
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 marimba 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 Erykah Badu to the rap kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fatback Band,
Stiv Bators,
Avey Tare,
The Music Machine,
The Litter,
the Slits,
Au Pairs,
Q and Not U,
Tom Boy,
D'Angelo,
DJ Sneak,
Sex Pistols,
Hasil Adkins,
B.T. Express,
Amon Düül II,
Minor Threat,
Crash Course in Science,
The Dave Clark Five,
Nick Fraelich,
Jeff Lynne,
Black Flag,
Panda Bear,
Donald Byrd,
Connie Case,
The Gories,
Lou Christie,
Marc Almond,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Deadbeat,
Traffic Nightmare,
Kool Moe Dee,
Patti Smith,
Lebanon Hanover,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Trojans,
Lungfish,
Dorothy Ashby,
Excepter,
The Zeros,
Gichy Dan,
Buzzcocks,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lower 48,
Bobby Hutcherson,
10cc,
Negative Approach,
Royal Trux,
Siglo XX,
Quando Quango,
Barbara Tucker,
The Selecter,
The Dirtbombs,
Eve St. Jones,
Nas,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Bluetip,
Monks,
Fad Gadget,
Tommy Roe,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.