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 Singapore and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 chamberlin 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 Tomorrow to the disco 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 Detroit Cobras. All the underground hits.
All Aloha Tigers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Slackers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pussy Galore,
Yellowson,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Dennis Brown,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Eli Mardock,
The Associates,
Cluster,
Agitation Free,
Liliput,
Section 25,
Funkadelic,
Nas,
Soft Cell,
The Detroit Cobras,
Thompson Twins,
Simply Red,
Khruangbin,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Lalo Schifrin,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Searchers,
The Gap Band,
Crash Course in Science,
Crispy Ambulance,
Von Mondo,
Television,
Gastr Del Sol,
Tim Buckley,
Public Enemy,
Delon & Dalcan,
Delta 5,
Charles Mingus,
Ice-T,
Pole,
Bob Dylan,
The Moleskins,
cv313,
Supertramp,
Tomorrow,
Mantronix,
The Saints,
Soul Sonic Force,
Bill Wells,
Quadrant,
Soul II Soul,
Terry Callier,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Peter and Kerry,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Eurythmics,
Television Personalities,
Bill Near,
a-ha,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Bronski Beat,
John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane, John Coltrane.
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.