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 Paraguay and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the chamberlin 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 Talk Talk to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Fugazi. All the underground hits.
All Brass Construction tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 harpsichord and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sunsets and Hearts,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
La Düsseldorf,
Nik Kershaw,
The Selecter,
Sam Rivers,
Niagra,
Tears for Fears,
The Litter,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pylon,
Nils Olav,
Clear Light,
Porter Ricks,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Terry,
Harry Pussy,
Scion,
Mantronix,
B.T. Express,
Howard Jones,
Flash Fearless,
Jeff Mills,
Gang Gang Dance,
Jeff Lynne,
Pharoah Sanders,
Thompson Twins,
Wasted Youth,
Jacob Miller,
Warren Ellis,
Rotary Connection,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Jeru the Damaja,
Newcleus,
Blancmange,
The Smoke,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Rod Modell,
The Walker Brothers,
Charles Mingus,
Pantaleimon,
Half Japanese,
Pantytec,
Bobby Sherman,
Bill Near,
KRS-One,
Unwound,
The Index,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Quadrant,
Black Flag,
Matthew Halsall,
Mo-Dettes,
Faraquet,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
the Bar-Kays,
the Human League,
Unrelated Segments,
The Remains, The Remains, The Remains, The Remains.
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.