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 Mauritius and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 New York and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Joensuu 1685 to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Quadrant tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Flamin' Groovies 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lonnie Liston Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scan 7,
Popol Vuh,
Glenn Branca,
Lalann,
Masters at Work,
Lyres,
Organ,
New Order,
Hot Snakes,
The Searchers,
Lucky Dragons,
T. Rex,
Soft Cell,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Alice Coltrane,
The Trojans,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
EPMD,
a-ha,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Theoretical Girls,
The Blues Magoos,
Avey Tare,
the Human League,
CMW,
The Smiths,
Sex Pistols,
Piero Umiliani,
Quantec,
Young Marble Giants,
Mission of Burma,
Basic Channel,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Malaria!,
Trumans Water,
Eli Mardock,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Fortunes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Steve Hackett,
The J.B.'s,
The Move,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ituana,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Gladiators,
Brass Construction,
Schoolly D,
Roxette,
Interpol,
Dual Sessions,
The Names,
Babytalk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Tommy Roe,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Kas Product,
Crooked Eye,
Supertramp,
Faraquet,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Walker Brothers,
Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill, Mandrill.
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.