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 Monaco and from London.
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 1969 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Boredoms. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group 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 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 theremin and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a ABBA record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Mr. Review,
Kenny Larkin,
Darondo,
Loose Ends,
These Immortal Souls,
The Standells,
Circle Jerks,
Sandy B,
kango's stein massive,
Surgeon,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
the Soft Cell,
Arthur Verocai,
Traffic Nightmare,
Livin' Joy,
Al Stewart,
Harry Pussy,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Deadbeat,
Grandmaster Flash,
Alison Limerick,
Juan Atkins,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Supertramp,
The Fortunes,
The Motions,
Lower 48,
Hasil Adkins,
Siglo XX,
Saccharine Trust,
Marshall Jefferson,
Quantec,
Trumans Water,
Shuggie Otis,
The Blues Magoos,
Babytalk,
Symarip,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Nico,
Make Up,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Eric B and Rakim,
U.S. Maple,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Scott Walker,
Can,
AZ,
Max Romeo,
Leonard Cohen,
Clear Light,
Lou Reed,
Sonic Youth,
Bobby Sherman,
Lakeside,
Bootsy Collins,
The Gun Club,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Ultra Naté,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson, Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson.
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.