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 Zambia and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1961 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Lille.
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 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 The Blues Magoos to the punk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 In Retrospect. All the underground hits.
All Cecil Taylor tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Chocolate Watch Band 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scott Walker + Sunn O))) record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bill Near,
Harpers Bizarre,
The New Christs,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Glenn Branca,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Iggy Pop,
The Happenings,
Andrew Hill,
The Cramps,
The Leaves,
Robert Görl,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Gap Band,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Suburban Knight,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Severed Heads,
Grey Daturas,
Jeru the Damaja,
Nils Olav,
Leonard Cohen,
Quadrant,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
the Association,
Oneida,
The Gladiators,
Swans,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Cure,
Gastr Del Sol,
MDC,
Delta 5,
Scan 7,
Absolute Body Control,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Connie Case,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Model 500,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Can,
Marvin Gaye,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fatback Band,
Young Marble Giants,
Slave,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Alice Coltrane,
Outsiders,
Lucky Dragons,
Rekid,
Gerry Rafferty,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Amon Düül,
Nico,
Goldenarms,
Skarface,
The Sound,
Kevin Saunderson,
Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme, Godley & Creme.
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.