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 Madagascar and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 Angels of Light & Akron/Family to the disco kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Thee Headcoats tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Soft Machine,
The Busters,
The Flesh Eaters,
Jeff Lynne,
Mad Mike,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Leonard Cohen,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mission of Burma,
The Sonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Gregory Isaacs,
Kerri Chandler,
The Invisible,
Jawbox,
Shoche,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun City Girls,
Goldenarms,
Cecil Taylor,
The Happenings,
Amon Düül II,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Howard Jones,
Carl Craig,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Pharoah Sanders,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Wings,
B.T. Express,
Infiniti,
Pantaleimon,
Glenn Branca,
Roxy Music,
Tropical Tobacco,
Morten Harket,
Agent Orange,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Bill Near,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Sister Nancy,
the Germs,
The Gories,
Eric Dolphy,
Bizarre Inc.,
Deadbeat,
Alison Limerick,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Pole,
Kool Moe Dee,
Andrew Hill,
Zero Boys,
Soft Cell,
Sandy B,
Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy, Livin' Joy.
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.