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 Antigua and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and New York.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Stereo Dub 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 Curtis Mayfield. All the underground hits.
All Ice-T tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Curtis Mayfield record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eve St. Jones,
The Fall,
Dawn Penn,
Lou Christie,
Pierre Henry,
Sam Rivers,
Crispian St. Peters,
Spandau Ballet,
The Saints,
Section 25,
D'Angelo,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Subhumans,
Lou Reed,
Lungfish,
Rufus Thomas,
The Martian,
Marcia Griffiths,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Ornette Coleman,
Pere Ubu,
Barbara Tucker,
Grandmaster Flash,
Fad Gadget,
Girls At Our Best!,
Kerri Chandler,
Saccharine Trust,
T. Rex,
Mo-Dettes,
Cybotron,
The Happenings,
Blossom Toes,
Suburban Knight,
Adolescents,
The J.B.'s,
Reuben Wilson,
The Stooges,
Prince Buster,
Lee Hazlewood,
Young Marble Giants,
Procol Harum,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Circle Jerks,
Little Man,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Roy Ayers,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Motions,
Gil Scott Heron,
Leonard Cohen,
Accadde A,
The Blackbyrds,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Zeros,
New Age Steppers,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The Blues Magoos,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Babytalk,
DNA, DNA, DNA, DNA.
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.