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 United Kingdom and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 arpeggiator 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 Soulsonic Force to the grime 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 Durutti Column. All the underground hits.
All Symarip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ituana record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Infiniti,
Judy Mowatt,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Minny Pops,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Blackbyrds,
Godley & Creme,
Scion,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The Sound,
Dead Boys,
Derrick May,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Human League,
Soft Cell,
Prince Buster,
The Cure,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Patti Smith,
Sandy B,
Drive Like Jehu,
Whodini,
Y Pants,
Letta Mbulu,
Gong,
Neil Young,
Bobbi Humphrey,
kango's stein massive,
The Young Rascals,
Barrington Levy,
Eurythmics,
Simply Red,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
James White and The Blacks,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Andrew Hill,
Agent Orange,
Saccharine Trust,
Flipper,
Soft Machine,
Tim Buckley,
Skarface,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
World's Most,
Ornette Coleman,
Ponytail,
Bronski Beat,
Anakelly,
FM Einheit,
The Beau Brummels,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Technova,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Rapeman,
Underground Resistance,
Stetsasonic,
Von Mondo,
Ludus,
Jeff Lynne,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Alton Ellis,
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.