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 Venezuela and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the güiro 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 Roy Ayers to the rock kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Mantronix. All the underground hits.
All The Dave Clark Five tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Clear Light record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an organ and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Interpol record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aaron Thompson,
the Normal,
Fat Boys,
Gichy Dan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Kerri Chandler,
ABC,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Divine Comedy,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Agitation Free,
Drexciya,
B.T. Express,
The Moleskins,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Clarke,
Joyce Sims,
Peter and Kerry,
Lyres,
Isaac Hayes,
Au Pairs,
Cecil Taylor,
Lakeside,
Von Mondo,
48th St. Collective,
Glenn Branca,
Patti Smith,
The Cowsills,
Mantronix,
Joey Negro,
L. Decosne,
The Golliwogs,
The Gladiators,
Panda Bear,
Monks,
Camberwell Now,
Technova,
Byron Stingily,
Darondo,
Pole,
Eden Ahbez,
Avey Tare,
Cluster,
Thompson Twins,
Aural Exciters,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Music Machine,
The Sound,
Television,
Stockholm Monsters,
Pantytec,
Curtis Mayfield,
Bill Near,
Nik Kershaw,
The Wake,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Alphaville,
John Coltrane,
Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley, Tim Buckley.
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.