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 Qatar and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1964 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Radiopuhelimet to the grime kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 The New Christs. All the underground hits.
All Metal Thangz tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Organ record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Foxx record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marcia Griffiths,
D'Angelo,
Mo-Dettes,
Eli Mardock,
Todd Terry,
Echospace,
Mantronix,
New York Dolls,
Pere Ubu,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Five Americans,
Sister Nancy,
The Slits,
Nik Kershaw,
Essential Logic,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Sun City Girls,
Neil Young,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Adolescents,
Kurtis Blow,
Buzzcocks,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Robert Hood,
CMW,
Jacob Miller,
The Smiths,
Glambeats Corp.,
Masters at Work,
Delta 5,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
T. Rex,
Los Fastidios,
Fatback Band,
Robert Wyatt,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Bill Near,
Thompson Twins,
The Star Department,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Matthew Bourne,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Be Bop Deluxe,
8 Eyed Spy,
Animal Collective,
Groovy Waters,
E-Dancer,
John Holt,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Glenn Branca,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Wings,
Q and Not U,
Skriet,
These Immortal Souls,
the Association,
Faust,
Qualms,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Little Man, Little Man, Little Man, Little Man.
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.