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 Chile and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Taipei.
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 harpsichord 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 Al Stewart to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pylon. All the underground hits.
All Pagans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Black Sheep record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sugar Minott record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Byrd,
Aswad,
H. Thieme,
Funky Four + One,
Alphaville,
The Five Americans,
Deepchord,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Make Up,
The Trojans,
the Slits,
Lou Christie,
Severed Heads,
Skarface,
10cc,
Depeche Mode,
Nick Fraelich,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Mojo Men,
X-101,
kango's stein massive,
Slick Rick,
Deadbeat,
Scrapy,
Swell Maps,
Moss Icon,
Schoolly D,
Black Bananas,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Moebius,
Zapp,
Sonny Sharrock,
Surgeon,
Quando Quango,
Smog,
Loose Ends,
Sugar Minott,
Minutemen,
Scratch Acid,
Colin Newman,
Prince Buster,
Reuben Wilson,
Black Moon,
D'Angelo,
Marc Almond,
Reagan Youth,
Pagans,
Ornette Coleman,
Stockholm Monsters,
Archie Shepp,
Max Romeo,
Suicide, Suicide, Suicide, Suicide.
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.