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 Turkmenistan and from Beijing.
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 1965 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Glasgow 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 1979 at the first Josef K practice in a loft in Edinburgh.
I was working on the spring reverb 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 Television to the funk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Section 25. All the underground hits.
All The Gories tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bill Near 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fad Gadget record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Funkadelic,
L. Decosne,
Fear,
Barclay James Harvest,
Ultravox,
Althea and Donna,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Pantaleimon,
Arab on Radar,
This Heat,
Funky Four + One,
Tres Demented,
Big Daddy Kane,
Bush Tetras,
New Age Steppers,
The Gories,
Curtis Mayfield,
Gabor Szabo,
Erykah Badu,
Scrapy,
Prince Buster,
Warsaw,
The Sound,
Can,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Ituana,
Tomorrow,
Electric Prunes,
Tears for Fears,
The Moody Blues,
Minny Pops,
Shuggie Otis,
Eric Copeland,
Smog,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Make Up,
Junior Murvin,
The Associates,
Yazoo,
Spoonie Gee,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Freddie Wadling,
Tommy Roe,
Rosa Yemen,
Cecil Taylor,
Warren Ellis,
Jerry's Kids,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Agent Orange,
MC5,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Alison Limerick,
La Düsseldorf,
The Mighty Diamonds,
One Last Wish,
Robert Görl,
Idris Muhammad,
Brothers Johnson,
Blancmange,
Easy Going,
Blossom Toes,
The Stooges,
David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod, David Axelrod.
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.