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 Nigeria and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1964 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Michael McDonald 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 Make Up to the electroclash 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 Crime. All the underground hits.
All Minny Pops tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ash Ra Tempel 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Brothers Johnson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Oblivians,
Country Teasers,
Rhythm & Sound,
Essential Logic,
The Modern Lovers,
Desert Stars,
The Alarm Clocks,
Erasure,
Michelle Simonal,
The Moleskins,
Yaz,
OOIOO,
Au Pairs,
Ponytail,
The Mojo Men,
Faraquet,
La Düsseldorf,
X-Ray Spex,
June of 44,
Sam Rivers,
The Selecter,
Outsiders,
The Remains,
Deadbeat,
The Star Department,
Main Source,
Mandrill,
The Smiths,
Fluxion,
Ultravox,
Moby Grape,
Alison Limerick,
Loose Ends,
Section 25,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Todd Terry,
Kenny Larkin,
Drive Like Jehu,
Joe Smooth,
Flipper,
the Bar-Kays,
Lightning Bolt,
Gastr Del Sol,
Trumans Water,
Visage,
Silicon Teens,
Motorama,
Matthew Halsall,
John Foxx,
Arab on Radar,
Andrew Hill,
Eurythmics,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Scientists,
Charles Mingus,
Jeff Lynne,
Cymande,
The Invisible,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
L. Decosne,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo, Von Mondo.
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.