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 South Sudan and from Stockholm.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aaron Thompson to the electroclash 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 Black Sheep. All the underground hits.
All Newcleus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
PIL,
Gabor Szabo,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Lungfish,
Beasts of Bourbon,
the Germs,
The Smiths,
Flipper,
Lucky Dragons,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Al Stewart,
Ronnie Foster,
the Human League,
Don Cherry,
Ice-T,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Five Americans,
Guru Guru,
Harry Pussy,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Tubeway Army,
Glenn Branca,
The Litter,
Soft Cell,
John Foxx,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lightning Bolt,
Marine Girls,
The Move,
the Slits,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Massinfluence,
Mars,
The Golliwogs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Alphaville,
The Pop Group,
Kas Product,
Black Moon,
Chris & Cosey,
Stetsasonic,
Quadrant,
The Standells,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Yusef Lateef,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Scion,
Faraquet,
The Blues Magoos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hardrive,
Bootsy Collins,
The Flesh Eaters,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Radiopuhelimet,
T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex, T. Rex.
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.