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 Swaziland and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 rhodes 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 Adolescents to the rock kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Chocolate Watch Band. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every U.S. Maple 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 '50s 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 OOIOO record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bill Near,
Parry Music,
Eurythmics,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Lalo Schifrin,
John Lydon,
Severed Heads,
Cheater Slicks,
Wolf Eyes,
Average White Band,
Deakin,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Los Fastidios,
Henry Cow,
Yusef Lateef,
Minutemen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Kenny Larkin,
Dorothy Ashby,
Goldenarms,
Aswad,
The New Christs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Flesh Eaters,
Trumans Water,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Wire,
Fatback Band,
Underground Resistance,
Tres Demented,
T. Rex,
Funky Four + One,
Surgeon,
Danielle Patucci,
DNA,
the Fania All-Stars,
T.S.O.L.,
The Associates,
Scott Walker,
Chris & Cosey,
Scientists,
Basic Channel,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Qualms,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Eli Mardock,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Oblivians,
Roxy Music,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pierre Henry,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Yaz,
Robert Hood,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Nas,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Searchers,
8 Eyed Spy,
Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes, Isaac Hayes.
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.