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 Yemen and from Jakarta.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 linndrum 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 Names to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Camouflage. All the underground hits.
All Hasil Adkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The J.B.'s 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bill Wells record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Normal,
Camberwell Now,
Pantaleimon,
Mantronix,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Idris Muhammad,
Amazonics,
Fela Kuti,
Nico,
Quantec,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Mo-Dettes,
Groovy Waters,
The United States of America,
Sixth Finger,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Birthday Party,
Outsiders,
Maleditus Sound,
Faust,
Pussy Galore,
Eddi Front,
Subhumans,
The Blackbyrds,
World's Most,
Gang Green,
Bob Dylan,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Royal Trux,
Japan,
Radio Birdman,
Average White Band,
Schoolly D,
Chris & Cosey,
Arcadia,
The Mojo Men,
Country Teasers,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Make Up,
Au Pairs,
The Five Americans,
The Seeds,
Depeche Mode,
Spoonie Gee,
Massinfluence,
a-ha,
The Dead C,
Jacob Miller,
The Wake,
10cc,
Swell Maps,
Frankie Knuckles,
Can,
Lakeside,
Easy Going,
AZ,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
The Modern Lovers,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy, Eric Dolphy.
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.