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 Lithuania and from Salvador.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 X-Ray Spex. All the underground hits.
All The Fuzztones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maleditus Sound record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispy Ambulance record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quantec,
Public Enemy,
The Walker Brothers,
U.S. Maple,
Todd Terry,
The United States of America,
Lou Reed,
The Gun Club,
The Mummies,
Mo-Dettes,
Bill Near,
Negative Approach,
Lungfish,
AZ,
The Gladiators,
Amon Düül,
Idris Muhammad,
Arab on Radar,
Alice Coltrane,
Joe Smooth,
Zero Boys,
Monks,
Aural Exciters,
Ludus,
Wasted Youth,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Scrapy,
Supertramp,
Mantronix,
The Golliwogs,
Malaria!,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Henry Cow,
Rufus Thomas,
Cluster,
Yazoo,
Arcadia,
ABC,
EPMD,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Trojans,
Excepter,
Half Japanese,
Depeche Mode,
DNA,
New Order,
Minny Pops,
Delon & Dalcan,
Pharoah Sanders,
Rekid,
Mary Jane Girls,
Gang of Four,
Ken Boothe,
Kenny Larkin,
Desert Stars,
The Offenders,
Pussy Galore,
Wally Richardson,
The Fall,
Joey Negro,
Stiv Bators,
Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics, Eurythmics.
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.