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 Germany and from Glasgow.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 at the first Suicide 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 Lower 48 to the crunk 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 Thompson Twins. All the underground hits.
All Siglo XX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash 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 an oboe and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a cv313 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Kas Product,
MC5,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Royal Trux,
Q and Not U,
Outsiders,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sonic Youth,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Skaos,
Boogie Down Productions,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Stereo Dub,
The American Breed,
Warren Ellis,
Lee Hazlewood,
Flipper,
Smog,
Juan Atkins,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Magma,
The Saints,
Buzzcocks,
The Doors,
Donny Hathaway,
Sandy B,
X-102,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Nirvana,
Radiopuhelimet,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Fat Boys,
Faust,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Jeff Lynne,
Rod Modell,
The Misunderstood,
Terrestrial Tones,
Vainqueur,
Anakelly,
E-Dancer,
James White and The Blacks,
Drive Like Jehu,
Chris Corsano,
Peter and Kerry,
48th St. Collective,
Girls At Our Best!,
Bauhaus,
Harry Pussy,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Byron Stingily,
The Zeros,
Aaron Thompson,
The Invisible,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Mars,
Deepchord,
Ponytail,
Nico,
John Lydon,
Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango, Quando Quango.
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.