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 Lesotho and from Cairo.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Bang On A Can 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 Mr. Review. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Don Cherry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Man Parrish record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Count Five,
Average White Band,
Ohio Players,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Guru Guru,
Amon Düül II,
Alphaville,
Drexciya,
Sight & Sound,
Godley & Creme,
Flamin' Groovies,
Agent Orange,
Yusef Lateef,
Shoche,
Gerry Rafferty,
Faust,
Skriet,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
Anakelly,
Essential Logic,
Soulsonic Force,
The Buckinghams,
the Slits,
Kenny Larkin,
Sandy B,
Harpers Bizarre,
Kool Moe Dee,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Standells,
Wolf Eyes,
Cluster,
Glambeats Corp.,
Jawbox,
Rufus Thomas,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brick,
Robert Görl,
Big Daddy Kane,
Ornette Coleman,
Suicide,
Toni Rubio,
The Invisible,
Roxy Music,
Mission of Burma,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
AZ,
Neil Young,
Marmalade,
Simply Red,
Roger Hodgson,
The Trojans,
The Saints,
The Smiths,
Outsiders,
Slave,
The United States of America,
The Blackbyrds,
Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal, Michelle Simonal.
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.