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 South Africa and from Glasgow.
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 1965 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the theremin 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 Mighty Diamonds to the rap 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 Arab on Radar. All the underground hits.
All Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Franke record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Germs record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Erykah Badu,
Harry Pussy,
The Slackers,
Wolf Eyes,
Wally Richardson,
Lebanon Hanover,
John Holt,
Ronan,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
MC5,
The Selecter,
Blossom Toes,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Warsaw,
Eric B and Rakim,
Vainqueur,
Amon Düül II,
Ornette Coleman,
Bauhaus,
Hardrive,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Pagans,
Pantytec,
Babytalk,
The Durutti Column,
Freddie Wadling,
David Axelrod,
the Fania All-Stars,
Delon & Dalcan,
Janne Schatter,
Sex Pistols,
Todd Terry,
Traffic Nightmare,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
The Dave Clark Five,
Pharoah Sanders,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Delta 5,
Mark Hollis,
Fat Boys,
Yazoo,
Laurel Aitken,
Connie Case,
the Association,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Blancmange,
Barry Ungar,
Dennis Brown,
Glambeats Corp.,
Graham Central Station,
The Last Poets,
The Leaves,
Thompson Twins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Marmalade,
Index,
Heaven 17,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.