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 Panama and from Jakarta.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 spring reverb 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 Glambeats Corp. to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Pharoah Sanders. All the underground hits.
All The Index tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Nick Fraelich record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Skaos record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gregory Isaacs,
The Invisible,
48th St. Collective,
Gang of Four,
X-102,
Lungfish,
Althea and Donna,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Underground Resistance,
Boz Scaggs,
Wire,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
The New Christs,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
the Association,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cluster,
Deakin,
Grey Daturas,
Outsiders,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Scientists,
Brothers Johnson,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Red Krayola,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Girls At Our Best!,
B.T. Express,
Visage,
Mary Jane Girls,
Nirvana,
Scott Walker,
Skriet,
Trumans Water,
Johnny Clarke,
Das Ding,
L. Decosne,
Angry Samoans,
Urselle,
X-Ray Spex,
The Birthday Party,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Dirtbombs,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Oblivians,
Joy Division,
The Music Machine,
The Residents,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Basic Channel,
Dual Sessions,
Television,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Agent Orange,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The Saints, The Saints, The Saints, The Saints.
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.