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 Sudan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Paris.
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 marimba 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 The Gladiators to the jazz 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 Alphaville. All the underground hits.
All Half Japanese tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kango’s Stein Massive 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Funky Four + One,
Isaac Hayes,
Tears for Fears,
Guru Guru,
Warsaw,
Public Enemy,
DJ Sneak,
Black Pus,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Essential Logic,
The Moleskins,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Rakim,
Suicide,
The Star Department,
Rhythm & Sound,
Bobby Womack,
Matthew Bourne,
Bluetip,
Infiniti,
Nico,
Leonard Cohen,
Motorama,
The Doobie Brothers,
Visage,
T. Rex,
Piero Umiliani,
The Shadows of Knight,
Excepter,
Khruangbin,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Mummies,
New Order,
Carl Craig,
June Days,
Neil Young,
Absolute Body Control,
Mr. Review,
The Detroit Cobras,
The Durutti Column,
The Wake,
The Zeros,
Rod Modell,
Mary Jane Girls,
Eden Ahbez,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
OOIOO,
Groovy Waters,
Oblivians,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Modern Lovers,
Howard Jones,
Gang of Four,
Circle Jerks,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Kerrie Biddell,
the Germs,
the Slits,
Grauzone,
Average White Band,
Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco, Tropical Tobacco.
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.