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 East Timor and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 güiro 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 Vogues to the techno kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Lou Reed & Metallica. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rahsaan Roland Kirk record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Pretty Things,
Laurel Aitken,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Tim Buckley,
LL Cool J,
Malaria!,
Eli Mardock,
Deakin,
The Smiths,
Amazonics,
The Martian,
Masters at Work,
Graham Central Station,
June Days,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
the Germs,
Wire,
Erykah Badu,
Mars,
The Black Dice,
Jerry's Kids,
Nils Olav,
Moss Icon,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Essential Logic,
Terrestrial Tones,
Quantec,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Lightning Bolt,
Ultra Naté,
Gil Scott Heron,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
The Index,
the Bar-Kays,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Underground Resistance,
Echospace,
Rites of Spring,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Chrome,
Theoretical Girls,
Negative Approach,
Trumans Water,
The Evens,
Das Ding,
Fugazi,
Alison Limerick,
Don Cherry,
Los Fastidios,
The Fortunes,
Lower 48,
Make Up,
Warsaw,
Alphaville,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Electric Prunes,
Rekid,
L. Decosne,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Animal Collective,
Severed Heads,
Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw, Nik Kershaw.
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.