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 Brazil and from Madrid.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and London.
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 guitar 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 Marc Almond to the rock 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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Ludus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Royal Family And The Poor record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Radiopuhelimet,
Joyce Sims,
The Trojans,
the Germs,
Arthur Verocai,
Bobby Womack,
Mr. Review,
Minnie Riperton,
Rakim,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Big Daddy Kane,
Maurizio,
Subhumans,
The Gun Club,
Con Funk Shun,
The Monochrome Set,
The Sound,
Tropical Tobacco,
Bad Manners,
Duran Duran,
Jandek,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Lindisfarne,
Skriet,
The Names,
Theoretical Girls,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Shuggie Otis,
Idris Muhammad,
Black Sheep,
Brick,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Tears for Fears,
Jacob Miller,
Suicide,
The Smiths,
The Zeros,
The Real Kids,
Robert Görl,
Curtis Mayfield,
Byron Stingily,
Bang On A Can,
MC5,
Eyeless In Gaza,
OOIOO,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Robert Wyatt,
Harry Pussy,
Ponytail,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minny Pops,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cecil Taylor,
R.M.O.,
Mo-Dettes,
Slave,
Hashim,
Sixth Finger,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Cameo,
Skarface,
Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader, Cal Tjader.
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.