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 Equatorial Guinea and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lille 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the rock 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 Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu. All the underground hits.
All Kool G Rap & DJ Polo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Procol Harum record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 linndrum and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scrapy,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
A Certain Ratio,
Brothers Johnson,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Man Parrish,
Lalann,
The American Breed,
Outsiders,
Yellowson,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Spandau Ballet,
Lungfish,
Boogie Down Productions,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Wolf Eyes,
Bad Manners,
Essential Logic,
Delon & Dalcan,
Sight & Sound,
Janne Schatter,
Minutemen,
T.S.O.L.,
The Zeros,
Stiv Bators,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
The Happenings,
Cecil Taylor,
Black Moon,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Buckinghams,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gang of Four,
Soft Machine,
The Martian,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stereo Dub,
Radiohead,
Donny Hathaway,
Lou Reed,
John Coltrane,
The Durutti Column,
Rekid,
Joensuu 1685,
Pere Ubu,
Con Funk Shun,
Bobby Sherman,
Zapp,
Q and Not U,
Intrusion,
Nas,
Amon Düül II,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Nick Fraelich,
Hoover,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Camberwell Now,
Black Pus,
Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants, Sad Lovers and Giants.
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.