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 Sweden and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1964 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 guitar 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 Nation of Ulysses to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Agitation Free tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bobbi Humphrey record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Radiopuhelimet record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Cowsills,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bush Tetras,
Dorothy Ashby,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Peter and Kerry,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Sandy B,
Parry Music,
Khruangbin,
Vainqueur,
Franke,
Lalo Schifrin,
Yusef Lateef,
Cal Tjader,
The Real Kids,
Tom Boy,
Trumans Water,
Fluxion,
Heaven 17,
Erasure,
Terry Callier,
Popol Vuh,
The Zeros,
Minny Pops,
Deakin,
Deadbeat,
Goldenarms,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Bizarre Inc.,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Infiniti,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Faraquet,
Colin Newman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Young Marble Giants,
Jeru the Damaja,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Swans,
Qualms,
Jeff Mills,
Roxette,
AZ,
Sight & Sound,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Black Flag,
Ralphi Rosario,
Donald Byrd,
Harmonia,
Terrestrial Tones,
Michelle Simonal,
Alison Limerick,
A Certain Ratio,
Banda Bassotti,
The Walker Brothers,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.