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 Finland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu to the grime 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 Cosmic Jokers. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every a-ha 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Amon Düül record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
The Grass Roots,
Pantaleimon,
Henry Cow,
MDC,
Bill Near,
Bill Wells,
Scion,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
LL Cool J,
Tres Demented,
Cybotron,
Zero Boys,
Gerry Rafferty,
Oneida,
Simply Red,
Erykah Badu,
Fad Gadget,
Desert Stars,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Schoolly D,
Amon Düül II,
John Foxx,
Camouflage,
Nils Olav,
E-Dancer,
Bang On A Can,
Shuggie Otis,
K-Klass,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Robert Hood,
Suicide,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Silicon Teens,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Ultravox,
Buzzcocks,
Girls At Our Best!,
Marvin Gaye,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slits,
Barrington Levy,
Grey Daturas,
Fugazi,
Moby Grape,
Kas Product,
Howard Jones,
Can,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Roy Ayers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Sex Pistols,
The Invisible,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Heaven 17,
Glenn Branca,
Sun City Girls,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon, Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon.
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.