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 United Kingdom and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Tehran.
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 güiro sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Motorama to the crunk 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 Television. All the underground hits.
All Rufus Thomas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eli Mardock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Warren Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Max Romeo,
Man Parrish,
Oblivians,
Stereo Dub,
The Dave Clark Five,
Jerry's Kids,
Fela Kuti,
Infiniti,
Robert Görl,
Youth Brigade,
Wolf Eyes,
Wasted Youth,
Sun Ra,
Brass Construction,
Yazoo,
Johnny Clarke,
Michelle Simonal,
Dead Boys,
Ossler,
Minutemen,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Joe Smooth,
The Slackers,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Don Cherry,
Severed Heads,
Joensuu 1685,
Alice Coltrane,
Swans,
Ituana,
Lower 48,
Harmonia,
Roger Hodgson,
Lightning Bolt,
The Pretty Things,
Nick Fraelich,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eric Dolphy,
Von Mondo,
Byron Stingily,
Reagan Youth,
Public Image Ltd.,
Piero Umiliani,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Seeds,
Derrick Morgan,
Qualms,
These Immortal Souls,
The Motions,
The Dirtbombs,
Rekid,
E-Dancer,
Sixth Finger,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Cymande,
Black Bananas,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Second Layer,
Funky Four + One,
Chrome,
Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran, Duran Duran.
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.