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 Italy and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 harpsichord 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 D'Angelo to the jazz 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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Buzzcocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Pylon record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Buckinghams record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yellowson,
Mars,
New Order,
The Invisible,
John Holt,
Suicide,
Swell Maps,
Grandmaster Flash,
Scientists,
Dual Sessions,
The Happenings,
The Buckinghams,
Althea and Donna,
Slick Rick,
Cal Tjader,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Qualms,
Mantronix,
Grey Daturas,
The Fire Engines,
Piero Umiliani,
Ralphi Rosario,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Section 25,
Jesper Dahlback,
Joe Finger,
Erykah Badu,
A Certain Ratio,
Donald Byrd,
The Detroit Cobras,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scott Walker,
Johnny Clarke,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Maleditus Sound,
Oblivians,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
Excepter,
X-101,
Tropical Tobacco,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Eden Ahbez,
Fluxion,
Adolescents,
Banda Bassotti,
Crash Course in Science,
Toni Rubio,
Robert Wyatt,
Cluster,
The Blackbyrds,
June Days,
Bizarre Inc.,
Fifty Foot Hose,
a-ha,
Gong,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
The Fugs,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.