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 Togo and from Spokane.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 808 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 Dark Day to the punk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Gap Band. All the underground hits.
All Leonard Cohen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wasted Youth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Eating Sloth record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tubeway Army,
Slick Rick,
Young Marble Giants,
Scion,
The Moleskins,
Trumans Water,
T. Rex,
Magazine,
Delta 5,
Barrington Levy,
Cluster,
Tom Boy,
Howard Jones,
Man Parrish,
The Cramps,
the Human League,
Delon & Dalcan,
Patti Smith,
Smog,
The Smoke,
Bobby Sherman,
the Bar-Kays,
Maleditus Sound,
Sugar Minott,
The Wake,
Mantronix,
Sex Pistols,
David Bowie,
Pole,
Lalann,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang Green,
Fatback Band,
The Velvet Underground,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Beau Brummels,
New Order,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Lungfish,
Tim Buckley,
Underground Resistance,
K-Klass,
Magma,
The Walker Brothers,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Barracudas,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Tropical Tobacco,
Hashim,
Wire,
Alton Ellis,
Gang of Four,
The Fortunes,
Ossler,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
10cc,
Heaven 17,
Hasil Adkins,
Q and Not U,
The Stooges,
The Evens,
Judy Mowatt,
The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band, The Chocolate Watch Band.
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.