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 Malaysia and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 London and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 guitar 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 Golliwogs to the funk 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 EPMD. All the underground hits.
All Glenn Branca tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hardrive record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Barbara Tucker,
Black Bananas,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Jandek,
The Blackbyrds,
F. McDonald,
The Tremeloes,
JFA,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Gories,
Nirvana,
Organ,
Curtis Mayfield,
Kerri Chandler,
Gastr Del Sol,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Magma,
Livin' Joy,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Prunes,
Swell Maps,
Chris Corsano,
Gregory Isaacs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Faust,
Yellowson,
Cal Tjader,
Black Moon,
Sarah Menescal,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Durutti Column,
La Düsseldorf,
Brick,
The Fire Engines,
Mission of Burma,
New Order,
Leonard Cohen,
Deepchord,
Mandrill,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Aloha Tigers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Anthony Braxton,
ABC,
Josef K,
Kaleidoscope,
the Soft Cell,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Joyce Sims,
Excepter,
Sugar Minott,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lou Reed,
The Pop Group,
In Retrospect,
Marshall Jefferson,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
The Seeds,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis, China Crisis.
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.