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 Burkina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the arpeggiator 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Amon Düül II. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every John Holt record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crash Course in Science record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minor Threat,
Alphaville,
Derrick Morgan,
H. Thieme,
New Age Steppers,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Slick Rick,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Lungfish,
The Durutti Column,
Scratch Acid,
The Zeros,
Soulsonic Force,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Von Mondo,
Y Pants,
Gregory Isaacs,
Echospace,
The Gun Club,
Royal Trux,
Donny Hathaway,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Parry Music,
The Stooges,
Deadbeat,
The Barracudas,
Magma,
Patti Smith,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Smoke,
Circle Jerks,
Gichy Dan,
Amazonics,
Nik Kershaw,
Swell Maps,
Tubeway Army,
Grey Daturas,
Sun Ra,
The Cure,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Evens,
Dorothy Ashby,
Make Up,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Sällskapet,
Ituana,
John Cale,
Accadde A,
Ultimate Spinach,
Charles Mingus,
The Slits,
Sexual Harrassment,
Lyres,
Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl, Robert Görl.
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.