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 Tonga 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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Camouflage to the electroclash kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Suicide. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Men They Couldn't Hang record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco 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 a linndrum and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a PIL record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
Camberwell Now,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Pantytec,
Sight & Sound,
Kerri Chandler,
Newcleus,
Spoonie Gee,
Arab on Radar,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wasted Youth,
Y Pants,
Sister Nancy,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Roy Ayers,
Absolute Body Control,
MC5,
Brand Nubian,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Fugs,
The Pretty Things,
Boogie Down Productions,
Franke,
Ken Boothe,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Monochrome Set,
Circle Jerks,
Peter and Kerry,
The Victims,
The Residents,
Arthur Verocai,
The Blackbyrds,
Tres Demented,
Shuggie Otis,
Roxette,
Schoolly D,
Grauzone,
Drexciya,
Youth Brigade,
Inner City,
Neil Young,
Lucky Dragons,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Joe Finger,
Albert Ayler,
The Electric Prunes,
Alice Coltrane,
Matthew Bourne,
The Dave Clark Five,
New York Dolls,
The American Breed,
Josef K,
Black Bananas,
Kerrie Biddell,
Barry Ungar,
Stetsasonic,
cv313,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders, Outsiders.
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.