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 China and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Hong Kong and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the harpsichord 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 Quando Quango to the rock kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Erykah Badu. All the underground hits.
All The Birthday Party tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nils Olav record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Patti Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Electric Prunes,
Sixth Finger,
Thee Headcoats,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Mandrill,
The Cure,
Kaleidoscope,
Stockholm Monsters,
the Fania All-Stars,
Ronan,
Glenn Branca,
Yusef Lateef,
Surgeon,
X-Ray Spex,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Arthur Verocai,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
June of 44,
Quando Quango,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Sun City Girls,
The Vogues,
Johnny Osbourne,
Sparks,
Barry Ungar,
Joe Smooth,
Grey Daturas,
Marine Girls,
Nico,
Michelle Simonal,
The American Breed,
Jeru the Damaja,
Soft Cell,
Organ,
Ornette Coleman,
Lower 48,
Todd Terry,
Arab on Radar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Groovy Waters,
Adolescents,
Boredoms,
The Star Department,
The Durutti Column,
The Move,
Television Personalities,
Cymande,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Fugs,
Black Pus,
The Gories,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Malaria!,
Easy Going,
Camberwell Now,
Urselle,
Drive Like Jehu,
Rites of Spring,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Trojans,
Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians, Oblivians.
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.