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 Bangladesh and from Spokane.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bremen.
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 marimba 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 The Durutti Column to the crunk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Flipper. All the underground hits.
All The Walker Brothers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slits 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Iggy Pop record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Model 500,
The Fugs,
The Sound,
Eli Mardock,
the Human League,
Marshall Jefferson,
Monolake,
Marvin Gaye,
Gabor Szabo,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
10cc,
John Cale,
The Techniques,
Brothers Johnson,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Gerry Rafferty,
Isaac Hayes,
Crispy Ambulance,
Alton Ellis,
Minny Pops,
Nirvana,
Gichy Dan,
Anthony Braxton,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Metal Thangz,
Saccharine Trust,
Soulsonic Force,
The Moleskins,
Rekid,
Cluster,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
The Music Machine,
The Gun Club,
Chris Corsano,
Matthew Halsall,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Camberwell Now,
Cecil Taylor,
H. Thieme,
Radiopuhelimet,
Icehouse,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Electric Prunes,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Litter,
Motorama,
the Bar-Kays,
Avey Tare,
Wasted Youth,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Cure,
This Heat,
Suburban Knight,
8 Eyed Spy,
Eric Dolphy,
Warren Ellis,
Radiohead,
Rufus Thomas,
Blancmange,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.