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 Malta and from Salvador.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 clarinet 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 Silicon Teens to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Skriet. All the underground hits.
All Drexciya tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every H. Thieme 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kurtis Blow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Laurel Aitken,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lightning Bolt,
Malaria!,
Grauzone,
Pantytec,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra,
The Leaves,
Fela Kuti,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Josef K,
Harpers Bizarre,
Ronan,
Eric B and Rakim,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
David Axelrod,
The Sonics,
Main Source,
The Raincoats,
Roger Hodgson,
The Electric Prunes,
Adolescents,
Tim Buckley,
Soft Cell,
June Days,
The Neon Judgement,
The Durutti Column,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Sound,
Carl Craig,
Popol Vuh,
Boz Scaggs,
Joe Smooth,
Animal Collective,
Panda Bear,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Eve St. Jones,
Underground Resistance,
The Pretty Things,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Names,
Rites of Spring,
Pole,
Rhythm & Sound,
Zero Boys,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Human League,
Mo-Dettes,
Max Romeo,
Deepchord,
Gichy Dan,
The Misunderstood,
EPMD,
Gastr Del Sol,
cv313,
Lucky Dragons,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.