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 South Africa and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 marimba 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 Stetsasonic to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Pretty Things. All the underground hits.
All The Fugs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crime 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skriet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Depeche Mode,
Scott Walker,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
The Doobie Brothers,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Bourne,
Al Stewart,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
The New Christs,
Freddie Wadling,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Drive Like Jehu,
Wings,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Black Moon,
Gerry Rafferty,
Bad Manners,
Ohio Players,
Cluster,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Maurizio,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Piero Umiliani,
Jacques Brel,
Ralphi Rosario,
Brick,
Schoolly D,
Cybotron,
Saccharine Trust,
Darondo,
the Fania All-Stars,
Tropical Tobacco,
Black Bananas,
Inner City,
Hashim,
The Fuzztones,
Skarface,
Toni Rubio,
Wolf Eyes,
Vainqueur,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Gil Scott Heron,
OOIOO,
Maleditus Sound,
Banda Bassotti,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Max Romeo,
the Sonics,
Lyres,
Basic Channel,
Interpol,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Cymande,
Fat Boys,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.