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 Sri Lanka and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Can show in Cologne.
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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lille.
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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the snare 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 Music Machine to the funk 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 Ohio Players. All the underground hits.
All Television tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Barbara Tucker 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hardrive record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lee Hazlewood,
the Human League,
The Fall,
June Days,
Massinfluence,
Dawn Penn,
Crispy Ambulance,
Ice-T,
Steve Hackett,
Jacob Miller,
Graham Central Station,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Tremeloes,
Brass Construction,
Half Japanese,
Warren Ellis,
David McCallum,
Sällskapet,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rhythm & Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
Ralphi Rosario,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Crooked Eye,
James White and The Blacks,
Yusef Lateef,
Grauzone,
Cecil Taylor,
PIL,
Porter Ricks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Q65,
Model 500,
Franke,
JFA,
Blossom Toes,
The Mojo Men,
Susan Cadogan,
The Detroit Cobras,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Don Cherry,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Visage,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Alphaville,
It's A Beautiful Day,
John Cale,
F. McDonald,
Echospace,
Skarface,
Bobby Sherman,
Eric Dolphy,
Lindisfarne,
Wolf Eyes,
The J.B.'s,
The Monks,
Althea and Donna,
Public Enemy,
The Associates,
Tres Demented,
Mr. Review,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.