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 Guyana and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Toronto and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Bill Near to the punk 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 Porter Ricks. All the underground hits.
All Black Moon tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sight & Sound 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Andrew Hill record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Hasil Adkins,
Harpers Bizarre,
Todd Terry,
The Pop Group,
Big Daddy Kane,
Delon & Dalcan,
Junior Murvin,
Donald Byrd,
The Electric Prunes,
Infiniti,
The Pretty Things,
The United States of America,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Fear,
The Fuzztones,
Slick Rick,
Susan Cadogan,
Reuben Wilson,
The Evens,
Leonard Cohen,
Wolf Eyes,
Shoche,
Boogie Down Productions,
Nirvana,
The American Breed,
John Foxx,
Bang On A Can,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Sixth Finger,
Marshall Jefferson,
Kerrie Biddell,
Amon Düül II,
Blossom Toes,
Charles Mingus,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Scott Walker,
Marmalade,
Guru Guru,
Chris & Cosey,
James White and The Blacks,
Arcadia,
The Smiths,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Crash Course in Science,
Tomorrow,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Wire,
The Martian,
JFA,
Eric Dolphy,
The Modern Lovers,
D'Angelo,
Godley & Creme,
Royal Trux,
The Angels of Light,
Gabor Szabo,
Skaos,
Bush Tetras,
OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO, OOIOO.
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.