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 Greece and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 Lalann to the funk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Livin' Joy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pussy Galore,
Donald Byrd,
The Neon Judgement,
Warren Ellis,
Amon Düül II,
The Modern Lovers,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Cameo,
Barrington Levy,
Stereo Dub,
Bronski Beat,
New York Dolls,
Brothers Johnson,
Mission of Burma,
Scratch Acid,
Anthony Braxton,
The Gories,
Circle Jerks,
Lakeside,
Lucky Dragons,
Essential Logic,
Ultravox,
Danielle Patucci,
Guru Guru,
Bad Manners,
Juan Atkins,
Shuggie Otis,
Nirvana,
Hardrive,
OOIOO,
Tom Boy,
China Crisis,
The Residents,
Roxy Music,
Stockholm Monsters,
Gang Green,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Leonard Cohen,
the Fania All-Stars,
Scientists,
Colin Newman,
Y Pants,
Ronan,
Jerry's Kids,
The Angels of Light,
Alice Coltrane,
Metal Thangz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Birthday Party,
Easy Going,
Neil Young,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
MC5,
Amazonics,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.