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 Bahrain and from Winnipeg.
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 1967 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 spring reverb 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 Harpers Bizarre to the techno 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 The Flesh Eaters. All the underground hits.
All Art Ensemble Of Chicago tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tubeway Army record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pharoah Sanders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cheater Slicks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Pantytec,
Model 500,
FM Einheit,
Sly & The Family Stone,
K-Klass,
Lungfish,
Flamin' Groovies,
Can,
Goldenarms,
Eve St. Jones,
Organ,
Camberwell Now,
Warren Ellis,
Glambeats Corp.,
Absolute Body Control,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Todd Rundgren,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Yazoo,
Jandek,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lucky Dragons,
Television,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Graham Central Station,
Slick Rick,
The Black Dice,
Fela Kuti,
Grandmaster Flash,
Dennis Brown,
Suburban Knight,
Zapp,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Magma,
The Monochrome Set,
Minnie Riperton,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jacques Brel,
Girls At Our Best!,
Todd Terry,
Chrome,
Eden Ahbez,
Vladislav Delay,
Lower 48,
Erykah Badu,
Popol Vuh,
Electric Prunes,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Deepchord,
Depeche Mode,
Funkadelic,
Gabor Szabo,
Television Personalities,
Severed Heads,
The Misunderstood,
The Moody Blues,
James White and The Blacks,
Saccharine Trust,
Cameo, Cameo, Cameo, Cameo.
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.