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 Belize and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 808 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 John Foxx to the grime 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 Pere Ubu. All the underground hits.
All The Grass Roots tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Al Stewart record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Association record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Metal Thangz,
The Techniques,
Scrapy,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Cluster,
Public Image Ltd.,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
X-101,
Godley & Creme,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pierre Henry,
Cymande,
The Buckinghams,
Warren Ellis,
The Tremeloes,
Motorama,
Rakim,
Warsaw,
Deepchord,
Sound Behaviour,
Spoonie Gee,
Marine Girls,
Ten City,
A Flock of Seagulls,
the Swans,
Skaos,
Y Pants,
Cal Tjader,
The Cramps,
Sandy B,
Howard Jones,
Blake Baxter,
Rod Modell,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sarah Menescal,
Camberwell Now,
Curtis Mayfield,
Minor Threat,
Donald Byrd,
Ken Boothe,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Scion,
The Names,
Niagra,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Simply Red,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
The Mummies,
The Smiths,
Ossler,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Laurel Aitken,
Minutemen,
Kaleidoscope,
The Move,
Avey Tare,
The Blues Magoos,
Jacob Miller,
Robert Wyatt,
Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product, Kas Product.
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.