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 Cuba and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron 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 1962 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Outsiders to the rock 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 Vladislav Delay. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders 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?
Rufus Thomas,
Laurel Aitken,
Sound Behaviour,
Symarip,
Leonard Cohen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Star Department,
Brick,
Rapeman,
Drexciya,
The Victims,
Cal Tjader,
Hoover,
Warsaw,
Can,
The Fall,
Q65,
The Human League,
Deakin,
Gichy Dan,
Drive Like Jehu,
Dual Sessions,
Eric Dolphy,
EPMD,
Rites of Spring,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Slackers,
Thee Headcoats,
CMW,
The Blackbyrds,
Pylon,
The Remains,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Shadows of Knight,
Isaac Hayes,
Oblivians,
Soft Machine,
The Smoke,
The Young Rascals,
Amazonics,
Groovy Waters,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Sister Nancy,
Robert Görl,
E-Dancer,
Stereo Dub,
Patti Smith,
Throbbing Gristle,
Godley & Creme,
Tres Demented,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Nick Fraelich,
Pagans,
Eden Ahbez,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Shoche,
Theoretical Girls,
Barrington Levy,
Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest, Barclay James Harvest.
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.