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 Guatemala and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 rhodes 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 Pulsallama to the rock 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 Deepchord. All the underground hits.
All Rakim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marvin Gaye record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Eurythmics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
FM Einheit,
OOIOO,
John Cale,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Chrome,
Whodini,
Black Flag,
Gastr Del Sol,
Gregory Isaacs,
Reagan Youth,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Laurel Aitken,
Nation of Ulysses,
Joyce Sims,
Banda Bassotti,
The Blues Magoos,
The Gun Club,
The Grass Roots,
Metal Thangz,
Ossler,
The Techniques,
Scion,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dennis Brown,
Kool Moe Dee,
Excepter,
The Knickerbockers,
The Motions,
Minnie Riperton,
Q65,
Bobby Sherman,
Suicide,
Cymande,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Underground Resistance,
Skriet,
Procol Harum,
The Selecter,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Derrick Morgan,
Gang Green,
The Invisible,
Rod Modell,
the Human League,
Judy Mowatt,
Jeru the Damaja,
Echospace,
Scrapy,
Smog,
Thompson Twins,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Silicon Teens,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Liliput,
Moby Grape,
Main Source,
The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed, The American Breed.
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.