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 Lesotho and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 linndrum 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 Joe Finger to the punk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Echo & the Bunnymen. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Quadrant 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Zapp,
David Axelrod,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
The Wake,
Harry Pussy,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ronan,
The Tremeloes,
The Invisible,
Jeff Mills,
Eurythmics,
Sixth Finger,
48th St. Collective,
Sun Ra,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
The Trojans,
The Black Dice,
Von Mondo,
Adolescents,
Babytalk,
Banda Bassotti,
The Doors,
Glambeats Corp.,
8 Eyed Spy,
Gang Starr,
Kurtis Blow,
Lightning Bolt,
Crooked Eye,
Can,
The Modern Lovers,
Funkadelic,
Pharoah Sanders,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
a-ha,
Moebius,
JFA,
The Moleskins,
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
H. Thieme,
Simply Red,
The American Breed,
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Grauzone,
Rakim,
FM Einheit,
Bauhaus,
Darondo,
Alice Coltrane,
Toni Rubio,
Tommy Roe,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fluxion,
R.M.O.,
Das Ding,
Prince Buster,
Porter Ricks,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.