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 Iceland and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 oboe 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 The Moleskins to the rap kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All LL Cool J tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marcia Griffiths record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 linndrum and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley 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?
Cluster,
The Last Poets,
Alphaville,
Audionom,
Boogie Down Productions,
Bobby Sherman,
Bob Dylan,
Oneida,
Outsiders,
X-101,
Blake Baxter,
Flamin' Groovies,
The American Breed,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sonny Sharrock,
Unwound,
the Sonics,
Patti Smith,
The Fall,
James White and The Blacks,
Funky Four + One,
David McCallum,
The Standells,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Prince Buster,
Bobby Womack,
The Raincoats,
Von Mondo,
Brand Nubian,
Aural Exciters,
Archie Shepp,
This Heat,
Quantec,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Yusef Lateef,
Cymande,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Babytalk,
The Zeros,
These Immortal Souls,
Albert Ayler,
Stereo Dub,
a-ha,
Dead Boys,
Fear,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Gregory Isaacs,
Skriet,
Johnny Clarke,
Simply Red,
Eric B and Rakim,
Mandrill,
CMW,
The Pop Group,
X-102,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mantronix,
In Retrospect,
John Cale, John Cale, John Cale, John Cale.
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.