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 Argentina and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1965 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 clarinet 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 dance kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Ornette Coleman. All the underground hits.
All Jimmy McGriff tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Toni Rubio record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Johnny Clarke,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Animal Collective,
Boogie Down Productions,
Oneida,
Parry Music,
The Trojans,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Fat Boys,
Lalann,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Monochrome Set,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Ultra Naté,
Inner City,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Kerri Chandler,
Amon Düül,
F. McDonald,
Patti Smith,
Hashim,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
Malaria!,
Groovy Waters,
Nirvana,
The Black Dice,
Pussy Galore,
The Golliwogs,
Sun Ra,
Blake Baxter,
The Dirtbombs,
Organ,
The Busters,
Sandy B,
Unrelated Segments,
Sparks,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Faust,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Graham Central Station,
Minnie Riperton,
Bill Near,
Mission of Burma,
Country Teasers,
Amon Düül II,
Cal Tjader,
Marvin Gaye,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Suburban Knight,
Sex Pistols,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Star Department,
B.T. Express,
JFA,
Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses, Nation of Ulysses.
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.