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 Costa Rica and from Tehran.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Yazoo to the jazz 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 Andrew Hill. All the underground hits.
All Ash Ra Tempel tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Neil Young record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gong,
MDC,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The New Christs,
This Heat,
Groovy Waters,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Hasil Adkins,
JFA,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
the Human League,
Accadde A,
Boredoms,
Marshall Jefferson,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Roy Ayers,
Ituana,
Roxy Music,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Oblivians,
Monks,
Japan,
Lakeside,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Human League,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Cymande,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Soft Cell,
Malaria!,
Main Source,
Connie Case,
Hardrive,
the Swans,
Slave,
Rosa Yemen,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kool Moe Dee,
Brothers Johnson,
Easy Going,
The Cure,
The Sonics,
Blossom Toes,
PIL,
The Stooges,
Quando Quango,
Q65,
The Monochrome Set,
Adolescents,
Nico,
The Grass Roots,
Masters at Work,
Donny Hathaway,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Suicide,
Hoover,
Vladislav Delay,
Chrome,
Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry, Todd Terry.
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.