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 Guinea-Bissau and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 oboe 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 Modern Lovers to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Todd Rundgren. All the underground hits.
All Albert Ayler tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Second Layer record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Martian record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gabor Szabo,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jawbox,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Eli Mardock,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Gang Starr,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Shuggie Otis,
David Bowie,
The Tremeloes,
Lalann,
Radiopuhelimet,
Nils Olav,
John Holt,
Oblivians,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
Mandrill,
Dave Gahan,
The Durutti Column,
The Martian,
New Age Steppers,
Rites of Spring,
The Invisible,
Jimmy McGriff,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
Bad Manners,
Bobby Womack,
Kayak,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Mummies,
Warsaw,
Unwound,
Bill Wells,
The Grass Roots,
MDC,
Prince Buster,
Sparks,
Crime,
Derrick Morgan,
The Fortunes,
Faust,
Blossom Toes,
Fatback Band,
Intrusion,
Bobby Sherman,
Avey Tare,
Swans,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Outsiders,
Jandek,
Wally Richardson,
Alphaville,
Todd Rundgren,
Junior Murvin,
Camouflage,
H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme, H. Thieme.
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.