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 Saudi Arabia and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 linndrum 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 Deadbeat to the rock kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Panda Bear. All the underground hits.
All The Gladiators tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eric B and Rakim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Echospace record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
X-Ray Spex,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Peter & Gordon,
Sarah Menescal,
Suburban Knight,
Sparks,
The Remains,
The Selecter,
Symarip,
Lou Christie,
Wasted Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
The Wake,
Livin' Joy,
The Music Machine,
Siglo XX,
Sex Pistols,
JFA,
Throbbing Gristle,
Nick Fraelich,
Wolf Eyes,
Flipper,
Porter Ricks,
Con Funk Shun,
Ornette Coleman,
The Busters,
Neil Young,
Scrapy,
Rekid,
Johnny Osbourne,
Ituana,
Gil Scott Heron,
Nico,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Techniques,
Echospace,
Marshall Jefferson,
Glambeats Corp.,
DJ Style,
Bluetip,
Harry Pussy,
Iggy Pop,
Dawn Penn,
Goldenarms,
Marcia Griffiths,
Crispy Ambulance,
Robert Hood,
Sound Behaviour,
Donny Hathaway,
The Electric Prunes,
New York Dolls,
The J.B.'s,
Judy Mowatt,
Sexual Harrassment,
In Retrospect,
Can,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Spoonie Gee,
The Slackers,
Michelle Simonal,
The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column, The Durutti Column.
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.