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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Salvador and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 chamberlin 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 Lou Reed & John Cale 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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All Bobby Hutcherson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants 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 an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arab on Radar record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deepchord,
Goldenarms,
Absolute Body Control,
Mary Jane Girls,
Lindisfarne,
Brass Construction,
Los Fastidios,
Quando Quango,
Bad Manners,
Robert Hood,
Eden Ahbez,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Busters,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Pere Ubu,
Sandy B,
Lightning Bolt,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Traffic Nightmare,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Rekid,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Intrusion,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Connie Case,
The Zeros,
Scratch Acid,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Selecter,
Eli Mardock,
Marc Almond,
The Fire Engines,
Jeff Mills,
Massinfluence,
the Sonics,
Index,
The Raincoats,
The Music Machine,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Boredoms,
Rosa Yemen,
Minutemen,
Aswad,
Jimmy McGriff,
Ultravox,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Lower 48,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Television Personalities,
Sarah Menescal,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lou Christie,
Graham Central Station,
kango's stein massive,
Q and Not U,
Scientists,
Shuggie Otis,
Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D, Schoolly D.
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.