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 San Marino and from Mexico City.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Bang on a Can All-Stars to the dance kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Terror Squad Feat. Camron 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Liliput record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Martian,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Jerry's Kids,
Theoretical Girls,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Can,
Organ,
Au Pairs,
Barry Ungar,
Cameo,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Intrusion,
Todd Rundgren,
John Lydon,
The Five Americans,
Franke,
Lou Reed,
D'Angelo,
Desert Stars,
the Slits,
Ossler,
Icehouse,
Colin Newman,
Black Moon,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bauhaus,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Siglo XX,
Massinfluence,
Sugar Minott,
Grandmaster Flash,
Tomorrow,
Parry Music,
Youth Brigade,
Lalann,
Shuggie Otis,
The Fall,
Henry Cow,
The Smiths,
Altered Images,
Ituana,
Gichy Dan,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Residents,
R.M.O.,
Jesper Dahlback,
David Axelrod,
Radiohead,
Pole,
The Cowsills,
Jacob Miller,
The Happenings,
Scrapy,
A Certain Ratio,
The Index,
Idris Muhammad,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra, Niagra, Niagra, Niagra.
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.