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 Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
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 linndrum 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 Heavy D & The Boyz to the crunk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 New York Dolls. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Wake record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Blues Magoos,
Bobby Hutcherson,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
John Lydon,
Joe Smooth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Terrestrial Tones,
The Divine Comedy,
Niagra,
Sun City Girls,
Morten Harket,
Nas,
Mad Mike,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Magma,
Lower 48,
ABC,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fire Engines,
Bill Wells,
Oneida,
Ludus,
The Selecter,
Sparks,
Bluetip,
UT,
Bang On A Can,
X-102,
Jerry's Kids,
Can,
8 Eyed Spy,
Youth Brigade,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Gerry Rafferty,
Parry Music,
Deadbeat,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
Goldenarms,
The Moleskins,
Rotary Connection,
The Sonics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Essential Logic,
Bad Manners,
Mantronix,
Qualms,
Michelle Simonal,
Archie Shepp,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
Whodini,
The Young Rascals,
Rod Modell,
Bob Dylan,
John Holt,
Fear,
Jesper Dahlback,
Main Source,
Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon, Pantaleimon.
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.