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 Kenya and from Copenhagen.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 rhodes 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 Deadbeat to the punk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Eli Mardock tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Grey Daturas record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a New Age Steppers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Raincoats,
Theoretical Girls,
Animal Collective,
CMW,
Fugazi,
June Days,
Lyres,
T. Rex,
Spoonie Gee,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Johnny Osbourne,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sun Ra,
Yaz,
The Electric Prunes,
The Golliwogs,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Dark Day,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Sound,
LL Cool J,
Ludus,
The Gories,
Wolf Eyes,
Desert Stars,
Essential Logic,
Joey Negro,
E-Dancer,
Warsaw,
Mandrill,
Erasure,
Stockholm Monsters,
Unwound,
The Cure,
Eric B and Rakim,
David Bowie,
The Count Five,
The Tremeloes,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Television,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
B.T. Express,
Q65,
Alice Coltrane,
Danielle Patucci,
The Divine Comedy,
Joy Division,
A Certain Ratio,
The Young Rascals,
Cybotron,
Second Layer,
Hashim,
The Leaves,
Moby Grape,
Mad Mike,
David McCallum,
Drive Like Jehu,
The Doors,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young, Neil Young.
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.