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 Morocco and from Milan.
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 1967 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 theremin 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 New Christs to the jazz 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 Bobby Hutcherson. All the underground hits.
All Isaac Hayes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Moody Blues record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Archie Shepp,
Technova,
Don Cherry,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Todd Terry,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Harmonia,
Stiv Bators,
Barbara Tucker,
X-Ray Spex,
Godley & Creme,
Neu!,
Eli Mardock,
The Red Krayola,
Alphaville,
Sällskapet,
Patti Smith,
Excepter,
Robert Görl,
Juan Atkins,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
DJ Sneak,
Ice-T,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Agitation Free,
Marine Girls,
Negative Approach,
Country Teasers,
Model 500,
Andrew Hill,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Electric Prunes,
The Searchers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
Schoolly D,
Trumans Water,
Audionom,
Wolf Eyes,
The Music Machine,
Howard Jones,
Danielle Patucci,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Severed Heads,
Dead Boys,
Zapp,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Vainqueur,
Bill Near,
Popol Vuh,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Evens,
Accadde A,
China Crisis,
Organ,
Lou Christie,
Max Romeo,
Boogie Down Productions,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ten City, Ten City, Ten City, Ten City.
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.