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 Sudan and from Stockholm.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 The Royal Family And The Poor to the rock kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Terrestrial Tones. All the underground hits.
All Justin Hinds & The Dominoes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Birthday Party record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jimmy McGriff,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Count Five,
Symarip,
Pantytec,
The Invisible,
The Shadows of Knight,
Cheater Slicks,
Fat Boys,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
The American Breed,
Carl Craig,
Gang Gang Dance,
Angry Samoans,
Bobby Womack,
The Zeros,
Cecil Taylor,
Magma,
Make Up,
Lightning Bolt,
Camouflage,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
New Order,
DJ Sneak,
Ultravox,
Lebanon Hanover,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Sight & Sound,
Nirvana,
The Real Kids,
LL Cool J,
Quando Quango,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
the Swans,
Yazoo,
Banda Bassotti,
Clear Light,
The Knickerbockers,
Lucky Dragons,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Cosmic Jokers,
X-Ray Spex,
Tres Demented,
Nick Fraelich,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Laurel Aitken,
The Divine Comedy,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Guru Guru,
Jeru the Damaja,
Skaos,
John Holt,
Lower 48,
Lou Christie,
Fluxion,
Iggy Pop,
Crispy Ambulance,
Anthony Braxton,
Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound, Rhythm & Sound.
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.