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 Guinea-Bissau and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 rhodes 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 Ponytail to the punk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Technova. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Bang On A Can record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a rhodes 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 mellotron and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cymande,
The Walker Brothers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Absolute Body Control,
Jeff Mills,
Von Mondo,
Make Up,
Ornette Coleman,
La Düsseldorf,
Spoonie Gee,
Audionom,
The Smoke,
Sonic Youth,
Electric Prunes,
Main Source,
Rites of Spring,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Barrington Levy,
Neil Young,
Skaos,
Joe Finger,
X-Ray Spex,
The Angels of Light,
Howard Jones,
Anthony Braxton,
Procol Harum,
Wally Richardson,
Brick,
The Cowsills,
Terrestrial Tones,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Basic Channel,
Funkadelic,
Amon Düül,
New Age Steppers,
Ken Boothe,
Nirvana,
Nik Kershaw,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
K-Klass,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Public Image Ltd.,
Ronan,
Dave Gahan,
the Slits,
Harmonia,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Dave Clark Five,
Derrick May,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Remains,
The Last Poets,
Eli Mardock,
Nico,
Charles Mingus,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The Five Americans,
Robert Görl,
John Holt,
The J.B.'s,
Tears for Fears,
Easy Going,
Kayak,
A Certain Ratio,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes, Justin Hinds & The Dominoes.
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.