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 Somalia and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 T.S.O.L. to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Moss Icon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wings 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tears for Fears record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Moebius,
Grandmaster Flash,
Lungfish,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Von Mondo,
D'Angelo,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Malaria!,
Gang Starr,
Yazoo,
Half Japanese,
Sarah Menescal,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rhythm & Sound,
Letta Mbulu,
Crispian St. Peters,
John Holt,
The Trojans,
The Leaves,
Colin Newman,
Maurizio,
Niagra,
Fela Kuti,
The Tremeloes,
A Certain Ratio,
Crime,
Kerrie Biddell,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Nation of Ulysses,
Eddi Front,
Tears for Fears,
Fat Boys,
Soft Cell,
Warren Ellis,
Electric Prunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Jawbox,
Hashim,
Magma,
Subhumans,
Buzzcocks,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Khruangbin,
Yaz,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Ten City,
Urselle,
Davy DMX,
The Sonics,
Camberwell Now,
Aloha Tigers,
Mr. Review,
The Smoke,
Con Funk Shun,
Flamin' Groovies,
Isaac Hayes,
Procol Harum,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
the Fania All-Stars,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.