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 China and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 harpsichord 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 Ronan to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kas Product record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Shoche,
Faust,
Colin Newman,
Sam Rivers,
PIL,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Marvin Gaye,
Japan,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Moss Icon,
La Düsseldorf,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Charles Mingus,
The Residents,
Lalann,
The Mummies,
DNA,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
The Martian,
New York Dolls,
Negative Approach,
Radiohead,
Patti Smith,
The Vogues,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Black Flag,
Al Stewart,
The Litter,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Nas,
Duran Duran,
Organ,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Suicide,
Deakin,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Marmalade,
Scratch Acid,
Cal Tjader,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Piero Umiliani,
Roy Ayers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Eric Dolphy,
T. Rex,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
U.S. Maple,
The Index,
Gregory Isaacs,
Funky Four + One,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Raincoats,
Brick,
The Grass Roots,
Connie Case,
The Neon Judgement,
Roxette, Roxette, Roxette, Roxette.
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.