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 Tonga and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Glambeats Corp. to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Excepter. All the underground hits.
All Don Cherry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Alison Limerick record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
E-Dancer,
Lightning Bolt,
Boredoms,
The Seeds,
Pantaleimon,
Agent Orange,
Negative Approach,
Malaria!,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wally Richardson,
Angry Samoans,
Roxy Music,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Motions,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Heaven 17,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Lee Hazlewood,
8 Eyed Spy,
KRS-One,
The Alarm Clocks,
Index,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Eric Dolphy,
Joey Negro,
R.M.O.,
Make Up,
The Victims,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dark Day,
Jimmy McGriff,
Jeff Mills,
the Bar-Kays,
Urselle,
Eric B and Rakim,
Grey Daturas,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Suicide,
Silicon Teens,
Robert Wyatt,
U.S. Maple,
The Golliwogs,
Blake Baxter,
The Slits,
Electric Prunes,
The Walker Brothers,
Grandmaster Flash,
T.S.O.L.,
Sam Rivers,
The J.B.'s,
Soul II Soul,
Crispy Ambulance,
Avey Tare,
Easy Going,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Mummies,
Yellowson,
The Evens,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Organ,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Boz Scaggs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II, Amon Düül II.
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.