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 Croatia and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1968 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 güiro 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 Dirtbombs to the rap kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 FM Einheit. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every A Certain Ratio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lucky Dragons record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Black Dice,
Y Pants,
Todd Rundgren,
Radiopuhelimet,
The Fuzztones,
The Fire Engines,
The Misunderstood,
Connie Case,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Thompson Twins,
Trumans Water,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Radiohead,
Cameo,
The Sonics,
AZ,
Kool Moe Dee,
Bill Near,
Glambeats Corp.,
Pylon,
The Motions,
Half Japanese,
Popol Vuh,
Davy DMX,
Dual Sessions,
The Move,
Stiv Bators,
K-Klass,
Spoonie Gee,
Soft Machine,
Television,
Anakelly,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Pagans,
Tom Boy,
Brass Construction,
Grauzone,
The Cowsills,
Unwound,
Organ,
Mark Hollis,
Tomorrow,
Royal Trux,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Cheater Slicks,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Charles Mingus,
Excepter,
Peter & Gordon,
Ronan,
Aloha Tigers,
Symarip,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Motorama,
Adolescents,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Flash Fearless,
Boz Scaggs,
Archie Shepp,
Prince Buster,
Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller, Jacob Miller.
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.