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 Swaziland and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Peter & Gordon to the grime 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 Derrick Morgan. All the underground hits.
All Nico tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Joey Negro record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 guitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
James Chance & The Contortions,
Rakim,
the Normal,
The Birthday Party,
X-Ray Spex,
Derrick Morgan,
F. McDonald,
Harry Pussy,
Crime,
Delon & Dalcan,
Franke,
The Move,
Roy Ayers,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Albert Ayler,
The Standells,
Dorothy Ashby,
Joe Finger,
The Skatalites,
Faust,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eurythmics,
T. Rex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Talk Talk,
Eric Dolphy,
T.S.O.L.,
Trumans Water,
Monks,
Country Teasers,
MC5,
Wings,
Marcia Griffiths,
Throbbing Gristle,
Easy Going,
A Certain Ratio,
Massinfluence,
The Fuzztones,
Roger Hodgson,
The Cowsills,
Matthew Halsall,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Sex Pistols,
Flamin' Groovies,
Jeff Lynne,
Lalann,
The Toasters,
Gang Green,
Ultimate Spinach,
Amon Düül II,
Piero Umiliani,
Fluxion,
These Immortal Souls,
The Mummies,
The Seeds,
John Foxx,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Cecil Taylor,
The Leaves,
The Offenders,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective, Animal Collective.
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.