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 Micronesia and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Maurizio to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Drexciya. All the underground hits.
All Marvin Gaye tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
The Fuzztones,
Roxy Music,
Bauhaus,
X-Ray Spex,
Bill Wells,
Reagan Youth,
Icehouse,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Siglo XX,
The Selecter,
Dawn Penn,
The Slackers,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Sonic Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Nas,
Basic Channel,
MDC,
Judy Mowatt,
Sandy B,
Amazonics,
Little Man,
Buzzcocks,
The Litter,
The Misunderstood,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Black Flag,
Gabor Szabo,
Scion,
David McCallum,
Qualms,
The Doors,
Max Romeo,
ABC,
Minny Pops,
Oblivians,
Ultimate Spinach,
Duran Duran,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Moby Grape,
Man Eating Sloth,
Massinfluence,
Scientists,
Excepter,
Piero Umiliani,
Matthew Bourne,
Stockholm Monsters,
CMW,
The Searchers,
Dark Day,
Peter & Gordon,
Idris Muhammad,
Bobby Sherman,
Sugar Minott,
8 Eyed Spy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Ornette Coleman,
The Moody Blues,
Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre, Harpers Bizarre.
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.