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 Ethiopia and from Woodstock.
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 1963 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Houston 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 Fall to the techno 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 Scott Walker. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nik Kershaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Stooges record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
kango's stein massive,
Section 25,
LL Cool J,
B.T. Express,
One Last Wish,
Model 500,
Desert Stars,
Rites of Spring,
8 Eyed Spy,
Excepter,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Joey Negro,
Bill Wells,
Lindisfarne,
Sight & Sound,
The Pretty Things,
Frankie Knuckles,
Pole,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Radio Birdman,
Danielle Patucci,
The Wake,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Detroit Cobras,
Dave Gahan,
Absolute Body Control,
Pussy Galore,
Deakin,
Eurythmics,
Au Pairs,
The Happenings,
Lou Christie,
Fugazi,
The Count Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Bizarre Inc.,
The Last Poets,
Kas Product,
Altered Images,
The Smoke,
Infiniti,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Can,
Carl Craig,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Stereo Dub,
Bobbi Humphrey,
The Zeros,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Gap Band,
Anthony Braxton,
June of 44,
The Neon Judgement,
Big Daddy Kane,
The J.B.'s,
Sexual Harrassment,
Black Flag,
Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman, Bobby Sherman.
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.