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 Luxembourg and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 808 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 Dead Boys to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Quando Quango. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Moebius 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Young Rascals,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pulsallama,
Supertramp,
Porter Ricks,
Spandau Ballet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rhythm & Sound,
Lucky Dragons,
the Germs,
Spoonie Gee,
Trumans Water,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nick Fraelich,
Fluxion,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Yusef Lateef,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Aaron Thompson,
Moby Grape,
Kurtis Blow,
Faust,
Essential Logic,
In Retrospect,
Khruangbin,
Bang On A Can,
Soul Sonic Force,
Eurythmics,
Junior Murvin,
Buzzcocks,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Swell Maps,
Rekid,
Massinfluence,
Pharoah Sanders,
MDC,
Oneida,
Eric Dolphy,
Sly & The Family Stone,
The Kinks,
John Holt,
Technova,
The Slits,
Radio Birdman,
FM Einheit,
Dorothy Ashby,
Stetsasonic,
10cc,
The Vogues,
Barrington Levy,
John Coltrane,
Glenn Branca,
The J.B.'s,
Joe Smooth,
Arthur Verocai,
Letta Mbulu,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke, Johnny Clarke.
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.