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 Ireland and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Throbbing Gristle show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 sitar 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 The Doobie Brothers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Alton Ellis. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every EPMD 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pylon,
Traffic Nightmare,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Stetsasonic,
Tim Buckley,
Soul II Soul,
Silicon Teens,
Maleditus Sound,
Laurel Aitken,
8 Eyed Spy,
Tubeway Army,
Shoche,
The Star Department,
The Blackbyrds,
Sun Ra,
Mary Jane Girls,
Young Marble Giants,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Joe Smooth,
Neil Young,
Mark Hollis,
Angry Samoans,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
the Association,
Soulsonic Force,
Electric Prunes,
Lebanon Hanover,
Country Teasers,
The Dave Clark Five,
Parry Music,
Kas Product,
Bauhaus,
Rod Modell,
Minor Threat,
Neu!,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Move,
The Selecter,
Roxy Music,
Arcadia,
Reagan Youth,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Cowsills,
Rakim,
Gang Gang Dance,
Con Funk Shun,
The Associates,
Barclay James Harvest,
Aloha Tigers,
Ultravox,
Masters at Work,
ABC,
Cymande,
The Saints,
These Immortal Souls,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Pagans,
The Evens,
Franke,
Lucky Dragons,
Juan Atkins,
The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement, The Neon Judgement.
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.