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 Moldova and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Halifax 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 Sarah Menescal to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Invisible. All the underground hits.
All the Normal tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang on a Can All-Stars 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Blossom Toes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ornette Coleman,
Jacob Miller,
Spoonie Gee,
The Leaves,
Jandek,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Newcleus,
Black Moon,
Anthony Braxton,
Livin' Joy,
Cymande,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Bobby Womack,
Pagans,
Sugar Minott,
B.T. Express,
AZ,
Sällskapet,
Lou Reed,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Television,
Susan Cadogan,
This Heat,
X-Ray Spex,
Bob Dylan,
Smog,
Jeff Lynne,
Hasil Adkins,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Vainqueur,
Funky Four + One,
Niagra,
Joyce Sims,
Au Pairs,
The Alarm Clocks,
Reagan Youth,
Al Stewart,
Skriet,
Agitation Free,
Piero Umiliani,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Marmalade,
The Happenings,
Negative Approach,
Pharoah Sanders,
Pylon,
The Zeros,
Dorothy Ashby,
Gang of Four,
Pole,
Scion,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pet Shop Boys,
June of 44,
Gastr Del Sol,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Donald Byrd,
Tommy Roe,
Fear,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Tears for Fears,
Lungfish,
Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo, Max Romeo.
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.