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 Botswana and from Houston.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Siouxsie and the Banshees. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Max Romeo record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Franke record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marine Girls,
Moby Grape,
Grey Daturas,
Iggy Pop,
Motorama,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Oblivians,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ossler,
John Holt,
R.M.O.,
Lalo Schifrin,
B.T. Express,
The Associates,
The Black Dice,
Henry Cow,
Symarip,
Suicide,
Throbbing Gristle,
Malaria!,
Public Image Ltd.,
Joensuu 1685,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Flesh Eaters,
F. McDonald,
Television,
Reuben Wilson,
Minnie Riperton,
Livin' Joy,
Arthur Verocai,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glenn Branca,
Rod Modell,
Agent Orange,
Jeff Mills,
Eric Dolphy,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Terry Callier,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Johnny Osbourne,
Graham Central Station,
Fatback Band,
Soul Sonic Force,
Kerrie Biddell,
Man Eating Sloth,
Von Mondo,
Matthew Halsall,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Nils Olav,
Brothers Johnson,
Japan,
Morten Harket,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Little Man,
In Retrospect,
Reagan Youth,
Drive Like Jehu,
Pere Ubu,
World's Most,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.