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 Botswana and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 harpsichord 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 Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Marine Girls. All the underground hits.
All Reagan Youth tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zero Boys record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Al Stewart record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Theoretical Girls,
MC5,
Eric Dolphy,
Duran Duran,
The Techniques,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Q and Not U,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Pierre Henry,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Faraquet,
Blancmange,
The Flesh Eaters,
Radiohead,
Scrapy,
Isaac Hayes,
Brick,
Eddi Front,
Au Pairs,
Tubeway Army,
DJ Sneak,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Skatalites,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Japan,
Vladislav Delay,
The Saints,
Jeff Mills,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Whodini,
Junior Murvin,
K-Klass,
Albert Ayler,
Eurythmics,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
The Moody Blues,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Marmalade,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Lalann,
Soul Sonic Force,
Organ,
Motorama,
James White and The Blacks,
Absolute Body Control,
Nick Fraelich,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fluxion,
Shoche,
Sonny Sharrock,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Radio Birdman,
Blossom Toes,
Amon Düül,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Divine Comedy,
Mo-Dettes,
Fear,
Amon Düül II,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound, Maleditus Sound.
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.