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 Russia and from Mumbai.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and London.
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 güiro 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 Yellowson to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Bang On A Can. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Delta 5 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Notorious Big And Bone Thugs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Faraquet,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Visage,
Roxette,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Panda Bear,
Johnny Osbourne,
Surgeon,
Mantronix,
Agitation Free,
FM Einheit,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Toasters,
Wally Richardson,
Barry Ungar,
Max Romeo,
Pylon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chris Corsano,
Lucky Dragons,
Black Bananas,
Dual Sessions,
Marvin Gaye,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Patti Smith,
Judy Mowatt,
Leonard Cohen,
Cameo,
The Blackbyrds,
Little Man,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Red Krayola,
Gil Scott Heron,
Aural Exciters,
The Fall,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rufus Thomas,
the Normal,
Alice Coltrane,
The Evens,
Piero Umiliani,
Barclay James Harvest,
Echospace,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Monochrome Set,
Public Enemy,
Smog,
Rekid,
Cymande,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Boz Scaggs,
Dave Gahan,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Technova,
Dark Day,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Doobie Brothers,
Robert Wyatt,
Donald Byrd,
Soft Machine,
Deakin,
Massinfluence,
Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip, Bluetip.
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.