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 Sweden and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Black Bananas to the jazz kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Deakin tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Y Pants record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 rhodes and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Residents record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Modern Lovers,
Agitation Free,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Matthew Halsall,
Nik Kershaw,
Aural Exciters,
Derrick May,
Theoretical Girls,
Spoonie Gee,
Piero Umiliani,
Guru Guru,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Country Teasers,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Gap Band,
Minny Pops,
Wally Richardson,
Eddi Front,
cv313,
Nas,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Chrome,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
China Crisis,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Accadde A,
The Saints,
Arcadia,
Black Moon,
Sam Rivers,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars,
Donald Byrd,
Alison Limerick,
Scientists,
The Black Dice,
Livin' Joy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Zero Boys,
Barry Ungar,
Susan Cadogan,
Shuggie Otis,
Pierre Henry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Don Cherry,
The Golliwogs,
Public Image Ltd.,
Slick Rick,
Television,
Andrew Hill,
ABC,
Slave,
Funky Four + One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Thompson Twins,
Crispian St. Peters,
Sugar Minott,
Soft Cell,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio, A Certain Ratio.
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.