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 Poland and from Philadelphia.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Captain Beefheart 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 Pantaleimon to the rap kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Black Moon. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Crispy Ambulance 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lizzy Mercier Descloux record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Silicon Teens,
Cymande,
Gerry Rafferty,
Ronnie Foster,
Bad Manners,
Kerrie Biddell,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Ultra Naté,
Monks,
Delta 5,
Funkadelic,
Symarip,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yellowson,
John Cale,
Kerri Chandler,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Vladislav Delay,
The Divine Comedy,
Fluxion,
DNA,
The Searchers,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Agent Orange,
The Golliwogs,
Angry Samoans,
Robert Görl,
Mission of Burma,
The Fortunes,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Zapp,
Cameo,
Bobby Sherman,
Gang of Four,
DJ Style,
Minutemen,
Colin Newman,
Marvin Gaye,
Janne Schatter,
Pagans,
Juan Atkins,
Byron Stingily,
Lalann,
Index,
Lucky Dragons,
Al Stewart,
Cal Tjader,
Lalo Schifrin,
One Last Wish,
Glenn Branca,
David Bowie,
Patti Smith,
Ultravox,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Surgeon,
The Fire Engines,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Little Man,
E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer, E-Dancer.
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.