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 Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 arpeggiator 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 Roxy Music to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds. All the underground hits.
All Lebanon Hanover tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jesper Dahlback record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
CMW,
Don Cherry,
Stetsasonic,
LL Cool J,
Sex Pistols,
Anthony Braxton,
Television,
Fluxion,
Jawbox,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Rod Modell,
The Index,
The Move,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Inner City,
Arab on Radar,
Hasil Adkins,
Jandek,
Agitation Free,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Isaac Hayes,
Idris Muhammad,
MC5,
Newcleus,
Chris & Cosey,
DJ Style,
Bobby Byrd,
Symarip,
The Gladiators,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Eric Dolphy,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lucky Dragons,
Harpers Bizarre,
X-102,
Yazoo,
Sugar Minott,
Accadde A,
Aaron Thompson,
Radiopuhelimet,
Black Pus,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Young Rascals,
Connie Case,
Saccharine Trust,
Television Personalities,
The Buckinghams,
Liliput,
Fatback Band,
Dead Boys,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pantytec,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Graham Central Station,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Fad Gadget,
The Victims,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family, Angels of Light & Akron/Family.
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.