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 Qatar and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1963 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 1976 at the first Chic 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 Bootsy's Rubber Band to the techno kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All Duran Duran tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Normal record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a U.S. Maple record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Tomorrow,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Deakin,
The American Breed,
Index,
One Last Wish,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Residents,
Faraquet,
Television Personalities,
Rufus Thomas,
10cc,
The Fuzztones,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Marine Girls,
Henry Cow,
Alice Coltrane,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Technova,
Subhumans,
Eric B and Rakim,
Can,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
The Victims,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Cowsills,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
DJ Sneak,
Sixth Finger,
The Smiths,
The Toasters,
Bad Manners,
Radio Birdman,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
David McCallum,
Stereo Dub,
New Age Steppers,
Rotary Connection,
Jandek,
Scratch Acid,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
PIL,
Symarip,
The Gap Band,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Popol Vuh,
Groovy Waters,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Roxy Music,
Qualms,
Yellowson,
Hoover,
The Beau Brummels,
Derrick May,
The Motions,
Aswad,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag, Black Flag.
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.