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 the UAE and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 Bologna and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 arpeggiator 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 In Retrospect to the rock 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 The Associates. All the underground hits.
All Robert Görl tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Tremeloes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Boz Scaggs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Frankie Knuckles,
Crooked Eye,
Arab on Radar,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Intrusion,
Scrapy,
Funkadelic,
Scott Walker,
Simply Red,
Hot Snakes,
Charles Mingus,
Wings,
Johnny Clarke,
The Music Machine,
The Sonics,
The Dead C,
The Litter,
The J.B.'s,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Jacques Brel,
Cal Tjader,
Barbara Tucker,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
The Flesh Eaters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bronski Beat,
The Busters,
Metal Thangz,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pussy Galore,
Dark Day,
Roy Ayers,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Hasil Adkins,
ABBA,
Agitation Free,
Procol Harum,
Public Image Ltd.,
Tears for Fears,
Letta Mbulu,
Surgeon,
Technova,
OOIOO,
Brand Nubian,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Bob Dylan,
Lungfish,
Little Man,
B.T. Express,
the Human League,
LL Cool J,
Mark Hollis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Interpol,
Qualms,
Talk Talk,
The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band, The Gap Band.
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.