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 Gambia and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1961 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 snare 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 Warren Ellis to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 güiro and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Lynne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joensuu 1685,
Wings,
Kurtis Blow,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Smog,
Pantaleimon,
Niagra,
Jeff Mills,
Funkadelic,
Michelle Simonal,
Lyres,
Black Flag,
Sunsets and Hearts,
B.T. Express,
Sound Behaviour,
Roxy Music,
Moebius,
Ludus,
MDC,
Negative Approach,
Nas,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Boogie Down Productions,
Matthew Bourne,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Dave Clark Five,
Supertramp,
Bush Tetras,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
U.S. Maple,
Eric Dolphy,
Maurizio,
Neu!,
Siglo XX,
Sparks,
Marvin Gaye,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Slackers,
the Slits,
the Swans,
X-102,
Agitation Free,
Fear,
The Standells,
Bob Dylan,
The Fire Engines,
Flipper,
Traffic Nightmare,
Goldenarms,
Stiv Bators,
Bobbi Humphrey,
H. Thieme,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Wolf Eyes,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
The Golliwogs,
Todd Terry,
The Sound,
Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty, Gerry Rafferty.
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.