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 East Timor and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
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 arpeggiator 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 Sight & Sound to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Slick Rick. All the underground hits.
All Robert Hood tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Patti Smith record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nik Kershaw record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Terrestrial Tones,
Barclay James Harvest,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Black Dice,
Goldenarms,
Marc Almond,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Black Pus,
Swell Maps,
Maleditus Sound,
Yellowson,
The Angels of Light,
Cecil Taylor,
Harpers Bizarre,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
Skarface,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Smiths,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Circle Jerks,
Lungfish,
Monks,
Ronnie Foster,
Neu!,
Pantytec,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Vogues,
Underground Resistance,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jandek,
Don Cherry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Faraquet,
Gastr Del Sol,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Blancmange,
Suburban Knight,
The Fuzztones,
AZ,
Jawbox,
Lower 48,
Pantaleimon,
Crash Course in Science,
The Fortunes,
Donny Hathaway,
Jerry's Kids,
The Leaves,
Ultimate Spinach,
Technova,
Heaven 17,
Throbbing Gristle,
Moby Grape,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Five Americans,
Gang Gang Dance,
Anakelly,
cv313,
Pussy Galore,
Delta 5,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Mars, Mars, Mars, Mars.
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.