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 San Marino and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 chamberlin 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 Chrome to the techno 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 Masters at Work. All the underground hits.
All Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Marshall Jefferson 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Modern Lovers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Real Kids,
Scott Walker,
Isaac Hayes,
Gang Green,
Henry Cow,
Dark Day,
John Lydon,
Lalann,
Freddie Wadling,
Crooked Eye,
Intrusion,
The Dirtbombs,
Infiniti,
Soulsonic Force,
Motorama,
Ice-T,
Kool Moe Dee,
Rod Modell,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Lou Christie,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Bar-Kays,
Banda Bassotti,
Television Personalities,
Soul II Soul,
Ken Boothe,
X-102,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Pet Shop Boys,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Can,
Rekid,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Ronan,
Girls At Our Best!,
Yellowson,
Roxy Music,
The Cramps,
Groovy Waters,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Amazonics,
Scion,
In Retrospect,
Cymande,
the Normal,
Eurythmics,
Kenny Larkin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Camberwell Now,
Nas,
Faust,
Babytalk,
Scrapy,
Harry Pussy,
Kerri Chandler,
Marvin Gaye,
Oneida,
Section 25,
Peter & Gordon,
Thee Headcoats,
Inner City, Inner City, Inner City, Inner City.
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.