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 Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1962 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Bologna.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 E-Dancer to the funk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Jacques Brel. All the underground hits.
All Girls At Our Best! tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Gories record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Yaz record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
Amon Düül,
Royal Trux,
Pet Shop Boys,
The Alarm Clocks,
Terry Callier,
MDC,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Graham Central Station,
Icehouse,
Laurel Aitken,
B.T. Express,
Maurizio,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Last Poets,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gang Starr,
Eve St. Jones,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Quantec,
Peter & Gordon,
David McCallum,
Pylon,
Banda Bassotti,
Joe Finger,
Harpers Bizarre,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Flash Fearless,
Sex Pistols,
New York Dolls,
Eric Copeland,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Parry Music,
Excepter,
Fela Kuti,
Loose Ends,
Rakim,
Sam Rivers,
a-ha,
Lee Hazlewood,
Scrapy,
Talk Talk,
Girls At Our Best!,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Joyce Sims,
Ronan,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Lyres,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Aural Exciters,
Mr. Review,
Nils Olav,
This Heat,
The Cramps,
Dual Sessions,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Fall, The Fall, The Fall, The Fall.
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.