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 Norway and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Lille.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 guitar 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 Tim Buckley to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Absolute Body Control. All the underground hits.
All Bootsy's Rubber Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jacob Miller record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Crispian St. Peters,
Young Marble Giants,
Minutemen,
Panda Bear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Groovy Waters,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Ludus,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Q65,
Funky Four + One,
UT,
James White and The Blacks,
T.S.O.L.,
David Axelrod,
Spandau Ballet,
Girls At Our Best!,
a-ha,
Pere Ubu,
Archie Shepp,
Excepter,
Parry Music,
Deakin,
The Grass Roots,
Terrestrial Tones,
Amon Düül,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bobby Hutcherson,
The Neon Judgement,
Laurel Aitken,
Little Man,
The American Breed,
The Slits,
Average White Band,
JFA,
Amazonics,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
New York Dolls,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Public Image Ltd.,
Duran Duran,
Flipper,
KRS-One,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Tomorrow,
Thompson Twins,
Smog,
Eric Dolphy,
Japan,
Underground Resistance,
Glambeats Corp.,
Organ,
Popol Vuh,
Althea and Donna,
Kerri Chandler,
Erasure,
Animal Collective,
Anakelly,
OOIOO,
Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water, Trumans Water.
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.