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 Copenhagen.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 snare sounds with much patience.
I was there when Tom Verlaine 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 Rosa Yemen to the funk 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 David Bowie. All the underground hits.
All AZ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobby Hutcherson 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 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Dark Day,
The Walker Brothers,
Robert Görl,
Howard Jones,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
Essential Logic,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Brothers Johnson,
Boz Scaggs,
Michelle Simonal,
Minnie Riperton,
Judy Mowatt,
The Skatalites,
Kerri Chandler,
Icehouse,
Roxette,
KRS-One,
This Heat,
The Mummies,
The Moody Blues,
Circle Jerks,
Matthew Bourne,
The Blackbyrds,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Alice Coltrane,
The Toasters,
Oblivians,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Colin Newman,
Piero Umiliani,
The Offenders,
The United States of America,
The Angels of Light,
Amon Düül,
The Electric Prunes,
Monks,
The Young Rascals,
Y Pants,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
David McCallum,
The Golliwogs,
In Retrospect,
Cheater Slicks,
Suburban Knight,
The Victims,
The Sound,
Drexciya,
Jeru the Damaja,
Goldenarms,
The Gap Band,
Gastr Del Sol,
Q and Not U,
Pagans,
The Tremeloes,
Yaz,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
John Foxx,
B.T. Express,
The Saints,
The Leaves,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.