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 Stockholm.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 at the first Suicide 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 The Searchers to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 One Last Wish. All the underground hits.
All R.M.O. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minutemen record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 an oboe and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Red Krayola,
Das Ding,
Stereo Dub,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Chrome,
Nik Kershaw,
Mandrill,
The Litter,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Jawbox,
The Blackbyrds,
Kenny Larkin,
Kerrie Biddell,
Trumans Water,
Cabaret Voltaire,
KRS-One,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Smog,
the Human League,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Bronski Beat,
Liliput,
Gregory Isaacs,
Cecil Taylor,
Shuggie Otis,
Unrelated Segments,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
Peter and Kerry,
The Vogues,
The Zeros,
Todd Terry,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Royal Trux,
Angry Samoans,
Q65,
The Move,
X-101,
Piero Umiliani,
Symarip,
Neu!,
Sexual Harrassment,
Easy Going,
Marcia Griffiths,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Gun Club,
Oblivians,
The Techniques,
The Skatalites,
U.S. Maple,
China Crisis,
cv313,
The Tremeloes,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
David Bowie,
Fatback Band,
Crime,
Swans,
Icehouse,
Technova,
Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier, Terry Callier.
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.