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 Iran and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1966 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Glasgow.
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 marimba sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 DNA to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Sparks. All the underground hits.
All Cheater Slicks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Count Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Au Pairs,
the Soft Cell,
Kaleidoscope,
cv313,
Gil Scott Heron,
Johnny Clarke,
the Fania All-Stars,
Colin Newman,
Pantytec,
Kurtis Blow,
ABC,
The Standells,
Lee Hazlewood,
Nation of Ulysses,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Magazine,
Gregory Isaacs,
La Düsseldorf,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Quantec,
Vladislav Delay,
Sexual Harrassment,
Technova,
Lou Christie,
The Alarm Clocks,
Lalo Schifrin,
Newcleus,
The Music Machine,
Rekid,
Main Source,
The Searchers,
the Slits,
Nick Fraelich,
Malaria!,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Todd Rundgren,
K-Klass,
Grauzone,
Ice-T,
Desert Stars,
Peter & Gordon,
Howard Jones,
Sällskapet,
Cameo,
Shoche,
Scrapy,
Pylon,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
It's A Beautiful Day,
E-Dancer,
Graham Central Station,
Shuggie Otis,
Bobby Womack,
The Fortunes,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Hashim,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mandrill,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Fall,
The Barracudas,
Barrington Levy,
Minny Pops,
Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras, Bush Tetras.
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.