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 Jamaica and from Paris.
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 1963 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Todd Rundgren to the punk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Nick Fraelich. All the underground hits.
All Barbara Tucker tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Adolescents 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Todd Rundgren record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harpers Bizarre,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
Organ,
the Slits,
Alphaville,
The Techniques,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Sight & Sound,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Harmonia,
The Grass Roots,
Blake Baxter,
The Monks,
Gang Gang Dance,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Flag,
Bizarre Inc.,
Derrick May,
Brothers Johnson,
Clear Light,
Amon Düül,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Newcleus,
Minny Pops,
The Fugs,
The Gap Band,
The Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
the Human League,
Tres Demented,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Evens,
Alton Ellis,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Smiths,
The Misunderstood,
The Sonics,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
James White and The Blacks,
Faraquet,
Essential Logic,
Flamin' Groovies,
Symarip,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Surgeon,
Mary Jane Girls,
Shuggie Otis,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Remains,
Gerry Rafferty,
Porter Ricks,
Terrestrial Tones,
Man Eating Sloth,
Michelle Simonal,
John Holt,
PIL,
Unrelated Segments,
Isaac Hayes,
Heaven 17,
Basic Channel,
Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins, Hasil Adkins.
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.