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 Ecuador and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 Accra and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 sitar 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 the Normal to the grunge 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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All Fort Wilson Riot tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cabaret Voltaire 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quadrant,
Second Layer,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Public Image Ltd.,
Fat Boys,
Blake Baxter,
Matthew Bourne,
Siglo XX,
Freddie Wadling,
Mantronix,
Derrick May,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
Can,
Delta 5,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Ten City,
Unwound,
Reuben Wilson,
Radiopuhelimet,
One Last Wish,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Oneida,
Joey Negro,
Derrick Morgan,
Piero Umiliani,
Monks,
Brass Construction,
Swans,
Sixth Finger,
David McCallum,
The Mojo Men,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Max Romeo,
June of 44,
Ken Boothe,
Amon Düül II,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Groovy Waters,
Porter Ricks,
The Pop Group,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Banda Bassotti,
Alphaville,
The Fall,
Marshall Jefferson,
Rhythm & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Scientists,
Marvin Gaye,
The Leaves,
Graham Central Station,
Frankie Knuckles,
Chris Corsano,
Tres Demented,
Amon Düül,
Kool Moe Dee,
Moebius,
Lyres, Lyres, Lyres, Lyres.
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.