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 Afghanistan and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 Ten City to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Hot Snakes. All the underground hits.
All The Residents tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sly & The Family Stone record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kaleidoscope record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bobby Hutcherson,
Mr. Review,
K-Klass,
Electric Light Orchestra,
U.S. Maple,
Blossom Toes,
Second Layer,
Grey Daturas,
The Blues Magoos,
Neil Young,
The Barracudas,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Goldenarms,
Curtis Mayfield,
Rakim,
Tim Buckley,
Pylon,
Lalo Schifrin,
Franke,
Dawn Penn,
Bobby Byrd,
Blancmange,
Josef K,
Lungfish,
Jandek,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Jeff Lynne,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Index,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Dead Boys,
The J.B.'s,
Harmonia,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Sexual Harrassment,
Ituana,
KRS-One,
The Smiths,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Alphaville,
Fela Kuti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Deadbeat,
Boredoms,
Funkadelic,
Morten Harket,
E-Dancer,
The Sonics,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Walker Brothers,
DJ Style,
Severed Heads,
The Music Machine,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
The Cure,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Thompson Twins,
The Monks, The Monks, The Monks, The Monks.
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.