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 Georgia and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1964 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Chris Corsano to the grunge kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All Erasure tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeff Lynne,
The Birthday Party,
Schoolly D,
Juan Atkins,
The Shadows of Knight,
Loose Ends,
Slave,
Excepter,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Steve Hackett,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Accadde A,
Echospace,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Zero Boys,
Lindisfarne,
Wire,
Circle Jerks,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
The Pretty Things,
Crispy Ambulance,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Camberwell Now,
The Skatalites,
Grauzone,
Mr. Review,
Aural Exciters,
Piero Umiliani,
Johnny Clarke,
Warsaw,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bobby Womack,
Yusef Lateef,
Joe Finger,
Hardrive,
Throbbing Gristle,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Mills,
Minnie Riperton,
Sun Ra,
Bronski Beat,
Pierre Henry,
Dawn Penn,
Hashim,
Flipper,
The New Christs,
Mo-Dettes,
a-ha,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Nils Olav,
Curtis Mayfield,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Suicide,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Happenings,
Brand Nubian,
Graham Central Station,
Big Daddy Kane,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.