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 Kenya and from Johannesburg.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 L. Decosne to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All a-ha tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Radiopuhelimet record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 8 Eyed Spy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Blancmange,
Spandau Ballet,
Technova,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Litter,
48th St. Collective,
Pulsallama,
Ronnie Foster,
Nils Olav,
John Foxx,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Tremeloes,
The Music Machine,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Trumans Water,
Yellowson,
Bill Wells,
Suicide,
Supertramp,
Jeff Lynne,
Simply Red,
Matthew Halsall,
Bootsy Collins,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
In Retrospect,
Essential Logic,
James White and The Blacks,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blake Baxter,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Dead C,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wolf Eyes,
Mr. Review,
The Five Americans,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Minnie Riperton,
Sarah Menescal,
the Association,
Fad Gadget,
Bill Near,
Ponytail,
Royal Trux,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Leaves,
Ralphi Rosario,
Sixth Finger,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Eric Dolphy,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Connie Case,
Black Sheep,
Audionom,
The Gun Club,
Nick Fraelich,
Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B, Sandy B.
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.