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 Djibouti and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Winnipeg 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 Mr. Review to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Justin Hinds & The Dominoes. All the underground hits.
All Talk Talk tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every CMW record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aloha Tigers,
Josef K,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
The Flesh Eaters,
Roger Hodgson,
La Düsseldorf,
One Last Wish,
The Wake,
The Gun Club,
The Neon Judgement,
Dawn Penn,
The Residents,
the Association,
Vladislav Delay,
Piero Umiliani,
The Birthday Party,
Wings,
The American Breed,
Ultravox,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Martian,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Arcadia,
Fluxion,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lungfish,
The Cowsills,
Country Teasers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
K-Klass,
Glambeats Corp.,
Bill Wells,
Idris Muhammad,
Juan Atkins,
Infiniti,
Animal Collective,
Qualms,
In Retrospect,
Malaria!,
E-Dancer,
Sparks,
48th St. Collective,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Marmalade,
EPMD,
Zapp,
Aaron Thompson,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Victims,
Fad Gadget,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Skriet,
Laurel Aitken,
Camouflage,
Maurizio,
Television,
Lightning Bolt,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
This Heat, This Heat, This Heat, This Heat.
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.