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 Solomon Islands and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 sitar 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 Birthday Party to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rekid 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 sitar and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Names record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pagans,
The Fuzztones,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Rakim,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moss Icon,
Marine Girls,
Black Flag,
Moby Grape,
Boredoms,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Loose Ends,
Marmalade,
The Star Department,
Bootsy Collins,
World's Most,
The Litter,
Eddi Front,
Soft Cell,
Andrew Hill,
Ken Boothe,
The Index,
Erykah Badu,
The Blackbyrds,
Terrestrial Tones,
Saccharine Trust,
Danielle Patucci,
Malaria!,
R.M.O.,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Mummies,
Don Cherry,
PIL,
Rhythm & Sound,
Alton Ellis,
U.S. Maple,
Heaven 17,
Banda Bassotti,
8 Eyed Spy,
The Beau Brummels,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Lungfish,
Pantaleimon,
Minnie Riperton,
Porter Ricks,
Sparks,
Pet Shop Boys,
Supertramp,
Robert Hood,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Dave Gahan,
Scion,
Gang of Four,
Sun City Girls,
Au Pairs,
Mission of Burma,
Blake Baxter,
Soul II Soul,
Pole,
Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu, Letta Mbulu.
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.