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 Bosnia Herzegovina and from Milan.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Bobby Sherman to the grunge 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 Robert Görl. All the underground hits.
All the Slits tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Scrapy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Flash Fearless,
Pierre Henry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Scott Walker,
Tim Buckley,
Juan Atkins,
Nico,
Funky Four + One,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Aaron Thompson,
Spoonie Gee,
Grey Daturas,
Robert Wyatt,
Hoover,
The Happenings,
Ponytail,
Harpers Bizarre,
New Order,
Harry Pussy,
The Modern Lovers,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Minor Threat,
The Fugs,
Sun Ra,
Barrington Levy,
Q and Not U,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Big Daddy Kane,
Eli Mardock,
Camouflage,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Kerrie Biddell,
Goldenarms,
The Detroit Cobras,
Zero Boys,
Terrestrial Tones,
John Holt,
Lebanon Hanover,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
David Axelrod,
Q65,
Frankie Knuckles,
the Normal,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Visage,
Tomorrow,
Pagans,
Matthew Halsall,
Darondo,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Andrew Hill,
Bill Near,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Kerri Chandler,
The Dirtbombs,
ABBA,
Marcia Griffiths,
Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army, Tubeway Army.
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.