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 Lebanon and from London.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 synthesizer 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 Theoretical Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Gian Franco Pienzio tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a 48th St. Collective record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dark Day,
Gang Gang Dance,
The Doobie Brothers,
Scrapy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
T. Rex,
Cybotron,
Man Eating Sloth,
Theoretical Girls,
The Durutti Column,
Cheater Slicks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Velvet Underground,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Duran Duran,
Scientists,
The United States of America,
Pharoah Sanders,
Joy Division,
Trumans Water,
The Move,
Country Teasers,
Lalo Schifrin,
Mission of Burma,
Panda Bear,
Scan 7,
Faraquet,
Motorama,
The Grass Roots,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Essential Logic,
LL Cool J,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Talk Talk,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Graham Central Station,
Alison Limerick,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Jawbox,
Rakim,
10cc,
Stetsasonic,
Metal Thangz,
Marcia Griffiths,
The Fall,
Susan Cadogan,
Soft Cell,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Anthony Braxton,
Stereo Dub,
the Sonics,
Eurythmics,
Curtis Mayfield,
Popol Vuh,
Max Romeo,
Piero Umiliani,
The J.B.'s,
Hot Snakes,
Sällskapet,
DJ Sneak,
Arcadia,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic, Selector Dub Narcotic.
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.