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 Guatemala and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1968.
I was there at the first Bowie show in Bromley.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 chamberlin 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 Swans to the crunk 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 Cymande. All the underground hits.
All Joey Negro tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eden Ahbez 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Unrelated Segments record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tears for Fears,
Liliput,
Nik Kershaw,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Nils Olav,
Newcleus,
Pantytec,
Mandrill,
Swans,
Pere Ubu,
Negative Approach,
Stereo Dub,
Lucky Dragons,
World's Most,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Black Sheep,
Ohio Players,
Surgeon,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Leonard Cohen,
Soulsonic Force,
Ossler,
The Saints,
Gichy Dan,
Smog,
Con Funk Shun,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Bauhaus,
Don Cherry,
Connie Case,
Skaos,
ABBA,
Bush Tetras,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeru the Damaja,
Loose Ends,
Public Enemy,
Aloha Tigers,
MDC,
Tim Buckley,
Boz Scaggs,
Country Teasers,
Altered Images,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Soul II Soul,
Ponytail,
The Fortunes,
Barbara Tucker,
Chris & Cosey,
Todd Rundgren,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Soft Machine,
Suburban Knight,
Sam Rivers,
The Mojo Men,
Skarface,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Last Poets,
The Vogues,
Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord, Deepchord.
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.