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 Armenia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 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 Colin Newman to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Newcleus. All the underground hits.
All Agent Orange tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Babytalk record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ash Ra Tempel,
Howard Jones,
Ronan,
H. Thieme,
Grauzone,
The Detroit Cobras,
Lucky Dragons,
Moss Icon,
Ken Boothe,
Don Cherry,
The Knickerbockers,
Sun City Girls,
Sixth Finger,
The Doors,
Second Layer,
Soul Sonic Force,
Jeff Mills,
Donny Hathaway,
The Smiths,
Kayak,
John Coltrane,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Barracudas,
June Days,
Yellowson,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Joensuu 1685,
Black Moon,
Clear Light,
Jandek,
Aloha Tigers,
The Kinks,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Bar-Kays,
Idris Muhammad,
Saccharine Trust,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Banda Bassotti,
Crispian St. Peters,
Trumans Water,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
the Soft Cell,
Ralphi Rosario,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Barclay James Harvest,
Scan 7,
Bill Wells,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Livin' Joy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Animal Collective,
Jerry's Kids,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Faust,
Soul II Soul,
the Human League,
Con Funk Shun,
Whodini,
Thee Headcoats,
Sonic Youth,
Wings,
Bluetip,
Oblivians,
Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose, Fifty Foot Hose.
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.