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 United Kingdom and from Lagos.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 theremin 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 Half Japanese to the funk 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 Fort Wilson Riot. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Piero Umiliani 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Coltrane record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Beau Brummels,
Brass Construction,
ABC,
Unwound,
The Toasters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Blues Magoos,
Soft Machine,
Saccharine Trust,
the Soft Cell,
Godley & Creme,
Skarface,
Ultra Naté,
The Grass Roots,
Aloha Tigers,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Gang Gang Dance,
Scan 7,
Hot Snakes,
Gil Scott Heron,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Eden Ahbez,
Minutemen,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Johnny Osbourne,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Dawn Penn,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Gap Band,
One Last Wish,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Rapeman,
Althea and Donna,
The Gladiators,
Subhumans,
Byron Stingily,
Howard Jones,
Nas,
The Fall,
Davy DMX,
Vladislav Delay,
Barbara Tucker,
a-ha,
Joy Division,
Alice Coltrane,
Public Image Ltd.,
Mission of Burma,
Nik Kershaw,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Arcadia,
Symarip,
Nation of Ulysses,
Boz Scaggs,
Lyres,
Agitation Free,
Panda Bear,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Altered Images,
Nirvana,
Audionom,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.