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 Dominica and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 clarinet 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 Eli Mardock to the crunk 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 Banda Bassotti. All the underground hits.
All Eve St. Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Harry Pussy record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Deadbeat record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Donny Hathaway,
Flipper,
Pylon,
Angry Samoans,
Darondo,
Accadde A,
Symarip,
Wolf Eyes,
The Move,
Jacques Brel,
the Bar-Kays,
The Skatalites,
The Fuzztones,
Quadrant,
L. Decosne,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Harmonia,
Mary Jane Girls,
One Last Wish,
the Sonics,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
B.T. Express,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Harry Pussy,
Rites of Spring,
New Age Steppers,
Mark Hollis,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Monks,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Scion,
Section 25,
The United States of America,
Anthony Braxton,
Vainqueur,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Circle Jerks,
Wally Richardson,
China Crisis,
The Sonics,
Malaria!,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Groovy Waters,
Crime,
The Slackers,
Trumans Water,
The Real Kids,
Steve Hackett,
The Cowsills,
Rosa Yemen,
Erasure,
The Electric Prunes,
Gichy Dan,
Alice Coltrane,
The Angels of Light,
Bill Near,
Ohio Players,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Desert Stars,
cv313,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins, The Moleskins.
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.