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 Marshall Islands and from Seoul.
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 1969 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the linndrum 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Be Bop Deluxe. All the underground hits.
All The Pretty Things tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every FM Einheit record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Throbbing Gristle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Yusef Lateef,
Moby Grape,
Cymande,
Jerry's Kids,
David Bowie,
World's Most,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Zeros,
Pantaleimon,
Pere Ubu,
ABBA,
EPMD,
The Gories,
Soulsonic Force,
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Mars,
Pole,
Bobby Byrd,
Yazoo,
Dave Gahan,
Loose Ends,
Nirvana,
The Gun Club,
Lalann,
The Durutti Column,
Index,
Blancmange,
Tubeway Army,
The Alarm Clocks,
Amon Düül,
The Evens,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Neil Young,
Pussy Galore,
Aural Exciters,
Kurtis Blow,
Quantec,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Judy Mowatt,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Nils Olav,
Television Personalities,
The Residents,
K-Klass,
Donny Hathaway,
Can,
Tropical Tobacco,
Los Fastidios,
The Remains,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
Shuggie Otis,
Quando Quango,
Hashim,
The Count Five,
48th St. Collective,
Nas,
L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne, L. Decosne.
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.