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 Chad and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Glasgow.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 1976 at the first Soft Boys practice in a loft in Cambridge.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Slave to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Star Department. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Von Mondo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glenn Branca,
Half Japanese,
Siglo XX,
Carl Craig,
Black Moon,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Dave Clark Five,
JFA,
Thee Headcoats,
Nirvana,
Avey Tare,
The Monks,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The American Breed,
The Electric Prunes,
Sex Pistols,
Mars,
Crash Course in Science,
Big Daddy Kane,
Todd Rundgren,
The Toasters,
Marc Almond,
T. Rex,
The Cowsills,
The Associates,
Public Image Ltd.,
U.S. Maple,
Porter Ricks,
FM Einheit,
Mr. Review,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Arcadia,
Amazonics,
Metal Thangz,
Blossom Toes,
Scientists,
Ultimate Spinach,
Severed Heads,
Soft Cell,
Glambeats Corp.,
Nick Fraelich,
Boredoms,
Theoretical Girls,
Babytalk,
The Flesh Eaters,
The J.B.'s,
Rod Modell,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Spandau Ballet,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Visage,
Stiv Bators,
kango's stein massive,
Television,
Robert Wyatt,
New Order,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Move,
The Grass Roots,
Ohio Players,
Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band, Fatback Band.
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.