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 Indonesia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 chamberlin 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 World's Most to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Cameo. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 an arpeggiator and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Johnny Osbourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rufus Thomas,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bang On A Can,
The Dead C,
Joensuu 1685,
Underground Resistance,
Metal Thangz,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Agent Orange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Deepchord,
Essential Logic,
Joe Smooth,
Whodini,
X-101,
The Velvet Underground,
The Searchers,
Lightning Bolt,
Thee Headcoats,
Slave,
Derrick Morgan,
June Days,
T. Rex,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Terrestrial Tones,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Quadrant,
The Fuzztones,
Ornette Coleman,
Excepter,
Colin Newman,
ABBA,
The Durutti Column,
Procol Harum,
MDC,
Althea and Donna,
F. McDonald,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Cabaret Voltaire,
the Soft Cell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Ituana,
The Happenings,
Yazoo,
Eric Dolphy,
Connie Case,
Y Pants,
The Residents,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Modern Lovers,
World's Most,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Von Mondo,
Marc Almond,
Simply Red,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Golliwogs,
Hashim,
Susan Cadogan,
Second Layer,
Pagans, Pagans, Pagans, Pagans.
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.