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 Belgium and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 snare 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 Beau Brummels to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Alison Limerick. All the underground hits.
All Swell Maps tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Silicon Teens record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Infiniti record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Slits,
Rotary Connection,
Bobby Byrd,
Reuben Wilson,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
The Move,
Guru Guru,
Piero Umiliani,
The Red Krayola,
Matthew Bourne,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Drexciya,
Amon Düül II,
Erasure,
Wasted Youth,
James White and The Blacks,
Make Up,
Neil Young,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Dirtbombs,
The Moleskins,
The Barracudas,
Nas,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rod Modell,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Eric Copeland,
These Immortal Souls,
Crispy Ambulance,
The Human League,
Mandrill,
Babytalk,
Harmonia,
Main Source,
Idris Muhammad,
Dave Gahan,
Rufus Thomas,
Jeff Lynne,
Prince Buster,
Eric Dolphy,
Gil Scott Heron,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
The Pop Group,
Funkadelic,
Ronnie Foster,
Traffic Nightmare,
Robert Görl,
Black Sheep,
Darondo,
Pagans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Slick Rick,
Matthew Halsall,
China Crisis,
Shuggie Otis,
Patti Smith,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
the Fania All-Stars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Kinks,
Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's, Ultramagnetic MC's.
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.