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 Malta and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in 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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 harpsichord 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 Teenage Jesus and the Jerks to the jazz kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The Blues Magoos. All the underground hits.
All Minutemen tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlback record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joensuu 1685 record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ken Boothe,
Siglo XX,
Joe Smooth,
MDC,
Pantytec,
Symarip,
Skaos,
The Evens,
Nico,
Erasure,
Neil Young,
Nils Olav,
Grey Daturas,
The Slackers,
Outsiders,
Camouflage,
Aaron Thompson,
Nas,
Model 500,
Suicide,
Andrew Hill,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lungfish,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Shoche,
Amazonics,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Jandek,
Severed Heads,
Groovy Waters,
World's Most,
Radiopuhelimet,
the Germs,
Silicon Teens,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Delta 5,
La Düsseldorf,
The Last Poets,
The Walker Brothers,
The Grass Roots,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pere Ubu,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Rufus Thomas,
ABC,
Connie Case,
MC5,
The Offenders,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eric B and Rakim,
Lyres,
Quadrant,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sun Ra,
Agitation Free,
Jimmy McGriff,
Parry Music,
David Bowie,
X-102,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.