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 Czech Republic and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 Mumbai and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Basic Channel to the funk 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 Q65. All the underground hits.
All Outsiders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Cymande 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool Moe Dee record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lou Reed,
Throbbing Gristle,
Inner City,
Saccharine Trust,
Yaz,
The Gories,
Kaleidoscope,
The Angels of Light,
Nico,
Mad Mike,
Jacques Brel,
Sound Behaviour,
Depeche Mode,
Surgeon,
John Coltrane,
Deepchord,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Wire,
PIL,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Symarip,
Accadde A,
Johnny Clarke,
Main Source,
Siglo XX,
Pole,
Sexual Harrassment,
Rotary Connection,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crooked Eye,
Aaron Thompson,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Agitation Free,
EPMD,
Qualms,
Howard Jones,
Swans,
Reuben Wilson,
Fluxion,
Hoover,
the Bar-Kays,
FM Einheit,
John Holt,
June Days,
The Gladiators,
The Associates,
Brand Nubian,
Gang Green,
Popol Vuh,
Black Sheep,
The Residents,
Letta Mbulu,
K-Klass,
The Monochrome Set,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Con Funk Shun,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Tres Demented,
Royal Trux,
Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe, Ken Boothe.
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.