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 Kiribati and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Calgary.
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 spring reverb sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Duran Duran to the jazz 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 Icehouse. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeff Lynne record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cameo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Dual Sessions,
The Gladiators,
Archie Shepp,
These Immortal Souls,
Pharoah Sanders,
Theoretical Girls,
Albert Ayler,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeff Lynne,
Soft Machine,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Cameo,
ABC,
H. Thieme,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Gregory Isaacs,
Junior Murvin,
Alton Ellis,
Crooked Eye,
Stetsasonic,
The Remains,
New Order,
The Cure,
Alphaville,
The Gap Band,
Lee Hazlewood,
DJ Style,
Jacques Brel,
Anthony Braxton,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Severed Heads,
Loose Ends,
Ponytail,
Davy DMX,
Dawn Penn,
The Tremeloes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
John Holt,
Lucky Dragons,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
MC5,
Hot Snakes,
Colin Newman,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Moon,
Quadrant,
Dead Boys,
Procol Harum,
Swell Maps,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Blues Magoos,
June Days,
Aural Exciters,
The Slits,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Panda Bear,
Nation of Ulysses,
Rufus Thomas,
The Kinks,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore, Pussy Galore.
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.