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 Kiribati and from Delhi.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Stockholm and Sao Paulo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 mellotron 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 Suburban Knight to the techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Zero Boys. All the underground hits.
All Sexual Harrassment tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Colin Newman 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rapeman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Black Bananas,
Country Teasers,
LL Cool J,
Anthony Braxton,
Barrington Levy,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Fortunes,
Alphaville,
Quantec,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Sister Nancy,
ABBA,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Gil Scott Heron,
New Order,
Nirvana,
Kenny Larkin,
Camouflage,
Joe Finger,
Terry Callier,
Stereo Dub,
DJ Sneak,
The Selecter,
Piero Umiliani,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
KRS-One,
Pussy Galore,
The Cramps,
Robert Hood,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Names,
Deepchord,
Soul Sonic Force,
Dark Day,
Aural Exciters,
Visage,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Lakeside,
Marine Girls,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Section 25,
The Zeros,
Funkadelic,
Swell Maps,
Jerry's Kids,
Gregory Isaacs,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Cheater Slicks,
Danielle Patucci,
Godley & Creme,
Anakelly,
Black Sheep,
Mantronix,
The Move,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Robert Wyatt,
Tommy Roe,
The Electric Prunes,
The Saints,
Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes, Larry & the Blue Notes.
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.