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 Gabon and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1968 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Mars to the techno kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Junior Murvin. All the underground hits.
All The Trojans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Television Personalities record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s 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 Slave record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mad Mike,
Todd Rundgren,
Roy Ayers,
Chrome,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Model 500,
Marine Girls,
Dave Gahan,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Ralphi Rosario,
Marmalade,
Cecil Taylor,
Agent Orange,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sight & Sound,
PIL,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Hasil Adkins,
In Retrospect,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Cramps,
Eve St. Jones,
Average White Band,
Pierre Henry,
New Order,
One Last Wish,
The Skatalites,
Banda Bassotti,
Kenny Larkin,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wings,
Cybotron,
Neu!,
Organ,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Althea and Donna,
Joyce Sims,
Eurythmics,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Man Parrish,
Tres Demented,
CMW,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tears for Fears,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lee Hazlewood,
Y Pants,
LL Cool J,
Gastr Del Sol,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Glenn Branca,
Man Eating Sloth,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Symarip,
Lungfish,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Simply Red,
The Victims, The Victims, The Victims, The Victims.
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.