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 Slovakia and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 theremin 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 8 Eyed Spy to the punk 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 Siglo XX. All the underground hits.
All The Alarm Clocks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Camberwell Now 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Selecter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
Barclay James Harvest,
John Foxx,
John Holt,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Graham Central Station,
Gastr Del Sol,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Blackbyrds,
Trumans Water,
The Pretty Things,
Gabor Szabo,
Man Parrish,
Siglo XX,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Sixth Finger,
Charles Mingus,
The American Breed,
Neu!,
Sun Ra,
Colin Newman,
The Litter,
Traffic Nightmare,
Funkadelic,
The Knickerbockers,
Joe Smooth,
Franke,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Remains,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
8 Eyed Spy,
Amon Düül II,
Pierre Henry,
Ralphi Rosario,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
D'Angelo,
a-ha,
X-Ray Spex,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Amazonics,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Robert Hood,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Von Mondo,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Brand Nubian,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Buckinghams,
Depeche Mode,
Radiopuhelimet,
Index,
Young Marble Giants,
Stereo Dub,
Jawbox,
T. Rex,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Monks,
Ice-T,
PIL,
Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy, Barrington Levy.
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.