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 Zimbabwe and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 Spokane and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 spring reverb 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 Arcadia to the punk kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All the Soft Cell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yaz,
The Dirtbombs,
Skaos,
Iggy Pop,
Boogie Down Productions,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Rufus Thomas,
Tres Demented,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
kango's stein massive,
The Happenings,
Warsaw,
Stetsasonic,
Jerry's Kids,
Hoover,
Scratch Acid,
Index,
The Star Department,
The Pop Group,
the Fania All-Stars,
Boz Scaggs,
Young Marble Giants,
The Slits,
Lee Hazlewood,
Los Fastidios,
Model 500,
Soulsonic Force,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Tom Boy,
Lower 48,
ABBA,
Robert Wyatt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Minny Pops,
Blancmange,
the Bar-Kays,
The Monochrome Set,
Piero Umiliani,
Amon Düül II,
Surgeon,
Ponytail,
Spandau Ballet,
Desert Stars,
Mark Hollis,
Rhythm & Sound,
Adolescents,
Zero Boys,
Theoretical Girls,
Ultravox,
Altered Images,
Hot Snakes,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Monks,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Idris Muhammad,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Agitation Free,
Das Ding,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Flash Fearless,
The Techniques,
Tommy Roe,
Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay, Vladislav Delay.
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.