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 Costa Rica and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 Underground Resistance to the jazz 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 The Evens. All the underground hits.
All Todd Terry tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Intrusion record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rhythm & Sound,
Parry Music,
Sonny Sharrock,
Cameo,
Boredoms,
Negative Approach,
Ornette Coleman,
The Cramps,
The Gun Club,
Cecil Taylor,
The Doobie Brothers,
Ituana,
Half Japanese,
Sister Nancy,
Erasure,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Fad Gadget,
The Five Americans,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Make Up,
The Wake,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Gang of Four,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Adolescents,
Donny Hathaway,
Spoonie Gee,
The Litter,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Starr,
MC5,
Girls At Our Best!,
Ultravox,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Bobby Womack,
John Lydon,
Eric Dolphy,
The Residents,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Rites of Spring,
The Velvet Underground,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Smiths,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Flesh Eaters,
Chris Corsano,
Traffic Nightmare,
Joey Negro,
Black Bananas,
Black Flag,
The Dead C,
The Skatalites,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Malaria!,
cv313,
Sparks,
World's Most,
kango's stein massive,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Ossler,
Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan, Delon & Dalcan.
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.