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 Croatia and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 spring reverb 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 Deadbeat to the electroclash 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 Notorious Big And Bone Thugs. All the underground hits.
All Arthur Verocai tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Dave Clark Five 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Star Department,
Pagans,
Godley & Creme,
Roger Hodgson,
Niagra,
Pulsallama,
Interpol,
John Coltrane,
EPMD,
The Doors,
Young Marble Giants,
The Flesh Eaters,
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
Laurel Aitken,
The Black Dice,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Evens,
The Stooges,
the Slits,
Sarah Menescal,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Cal Tjader,
ABC,
Ohio Players,
OOIOO,
Throbbing Gristle,
Clear Light,
Harpers Bizarre,
Oneida,
Mars,
Parry Music,
Barbara Tucker,
Infiniti,
Simply Red,
Bill Near,
Hot Snakes,
Fluxion,
The Young Rascals,
Slick Rick,
Marshall Jefferson,
Suicide,
Marcia Griffiths,
Grey Daturas,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jandek,
Theoretical Girls,
Robert Hood,
Letta Mbulu,
LL Cool J,
Radiohead,
the Sonics,
The New Christs,
The Walker Brothers,
Shoche,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
World's Most,
Brass Construction,
Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian, Brand Nubian.
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.