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 Zimbabwe and from Winnipeg.
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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Bush Tetras 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 Can. All the underground hits.
All E-Dancer tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radio Birdman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Talk Talk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Graham Central Station,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Yellowson,
Rod Modell,
Mandrill,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Wire,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Pole,
Q65,
Crash Course in Science,
Skriet,
The Doobie Brothers,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gerry Rafferty,
Radio Birdman,
The Trojans,
Tubeway Army,
Fatback Band,
Parry Music,
Bobby Womack,
Eden Ahbez,
Chris Corsano,
The Gladiators,
Sandy B,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Talk Talk,
Black Moon,
Hot Snakes,
The Golliwogs,
Rites of Spring,
Ronan,
David McCallum,
Youth Brigade,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Angry Samoans,
Joy Division,
Eric B and Rakim,
Wings,
Joensuu 1685,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Durutti Column,
Althea and Donna,
Easy Going,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Johnny Osbourne,
Camberwell Now,
Amon Düül,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Moody Blues,
Nico,
The Young Rascals,
The Buckinghams,
Bill Near,
Colin Newman,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sällskapet,
The Count Five,
Desert Stars,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust, Saccharine Trust.
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.