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 Saudi Arabia and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 Graham Central Station to the techno 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 Grandmaster Flash. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every PIL record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Albert Ayler record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Intrusion,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Quando Quango,
Infiniti,
Sun Ra,
The Smoke,
The Electric Prunes,
Lee Hazlewood,
The Modern Lovers,
The Move,
Derrick Morgan,
The Beau Brummels,
Thee Headcoats,
Basic Channel,
Gong,
Index,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Flesh Eaters,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Joensuu 1685,
Altered Images,
Marine Girls,
The Monks,
Nick Fraelich,
Zapp,
Girls At Our Best!,
Mantronix,
Barrington Levy,
Warsaw,
Theoretical Girls,
Q and Not U,
Jeff Lynne,
The Velvet Underground,
Pere Ubu,
The Evens,
the Germs,
Cheater Slicks,
Con Funk Shun,
Heaven 17,
Wasted Youth,
Donald Byrd,
AZ,
Isaac Hayes,
Maleditus Sound,
Derrick May,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Easy Going,
Grey Daturas,
Drexciya,
The Vogues,
The Residents,
The Victims,
Freddie Wadling,
Cal Tjader,
The Gladiators,
Bush Tetras,
The Invisible,
The Black Dice,
LL Cool J,
The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths, The Smiths.
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.