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 Bulgaria and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 Delhi and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Easy Going to the grime kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Fire Engines record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 oboe and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Cramps record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Inner City,
Rites of Spring,
kango's stein massive,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Victims,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pole,
F. McDonald,
James White and The Blacks,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Fluxion,
Pagans,
Lalann,
Technova,
Ken Boothe,
Goldenarms,
Anakelly,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
LL Cool J,
Absolute Body Control,
Malaria!,
Quadrant,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Wolf Eyes,
Television Personalities,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Dorothy Ashby,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Amon Düül II,
a-ha,
Johnny Osbourne,
Kenny Larkin,
Man Parrish,
Bill Wells,
Saccharine Trust,
Scion,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
8 Eyed Spy,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Erasure,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Simply Red,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Black Moon,
Prince Buster,
Glenn Branca,
Matthew Halsall,
Icehouse,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ornette Coleman,
Unrelated Segments,
Mantronix,
Deadbeat,
David McCallum,
The Moody Blues,
Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily, Byron Stingily.
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.