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 Guatemala and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1964 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Sex Pistols to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Eric Dolphy. All the underground hits.
All Pantytec tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Jacob Miller,
Ken Boothe,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The J.B.'s,
The Mummies,
Kayak,
Fatback Band,
LL Cool J,
The Barracudas,
David Axelrod,
Skarface,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Monolake,
The American Breed,
Y Pants,
The Divine Comedy,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Kool Moe Dee,
DJ Sneak,
Fela Kuti,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Heaven 17,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Mandrill,
Amazonics,
Cybotron,
T.S.O.L.,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Toasters,
Roxy Music,
Ludus,
The Sound,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Motorama,
Livin' Joy,
Avey Tare,
The Dead C,
Pulsallama,
Eurythmics,
Sällskapet,
Lower 48,
Depeche Mode,
The Seeds,
Malaria!,
John Lydon,
DNA,
Juan Atkins,
Tommy Roe,
Scrapy,
The Five Americans,
Intrusion,
Organ,
Parry Music,
Sun Ra,
Kerri Chandler,
Josef K,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour, Sound Behaviour.
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.