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 South Sudan and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Kenny Larkin to the funk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Cameo tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visage 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grey Daturas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Buzzcocks,
Matthew Halsall,
Pharoah Sanders,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Mr. Review,
Jeff Lynne,
The Modern Lovers,
Public Enemy,
Crime,
CMW,
Drexciya,
Lyres,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
LL Cool J,
Connie Case,
Urselle,
Roy Ayers,
Gang Green,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stetsasonic,
Suburban Knight,
AZ,
Bad Manners,
Hardrive,
The Buckinghams,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
La Düsseldorf,
Das Ding,
The Count Five,
Bobby Womack,
DJ Sneak,
The Angels of Light,
Radiohead,
Scratch Acid,
UT,
The Monks,
Ultravox,
Motorama,
Simply Red,
Leonard Cohen,
Howard Jones,
Easy Going,
The Grass Roots,
The Walker Brothers,
the Normal,
Bush Tetras,
Jandek,
Y Pants,
Yusef Lateef,
Eric Copeland,
Roger Hodgson,
Roxette,
Radiopuhelimet,
Theoretical Girls,
Ken Boothe,
Barry Ungar,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Dawn Penn,
Moby Grape,
Pierre Henry,
The Slits,
T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L., T.S.O.L..
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.