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 Tuvalu and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1965 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 organ 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 Bobby Sherman to the dance kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Throbbing Gristle. All the underground hits.
All The Cowsills tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Angry Samoans 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Flash Fearless record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Davy DMX,
Faust,
Bootsy Collins,
Glenn Branca,
Blake Baxter,
Gregory Isaacs,
Drexciya,
T. Rex,
Harmonia,
The Buckinghams,
Porter Ricks,
The Star Department,
The Fortunes,
Ponytail,
Anthony Braxton,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Index,
Marcia Griffiths,
John Coltrane,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Todd Rundgren,
Nick Fraelich,
Harpers Bizarre,
Tomorrow,
Newcleus,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Pretty Things,
Steve Hackett,
Liliput,
the Fania All-Stars,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sexual Harrassment,
Blossom Toes,
John Cale,
Kool Moe Dee,
Ossler,
Dark Day,
Can,
Sparks,
D'Angelo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Angry Samoans,
Average White Band,
The Kinks,
The Busters,
the Germs,
Cal Tjader,
A Certain Ratio,
The Velvet Underground,
Mandrill,
Bad Manners,
The Vogues,
Alison Limerick,
Altered Images,
DNA,
Crispian St. Peters,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Monolake,
Schoolly D,
Nas,
Rapeman,
Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop, Iggy Pop.
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.