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 Tonga and from Mumbai.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Johannesburg.
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 1973 at the first Television 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 Oblivians to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Rhythim Is Rhythim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Wolf Eyes 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Barracudas record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Kerrie Biddell,
Avey Tare,
Guru Guru,
Boogie Down Productions,
Amon Düül II,
Nirvana,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Stiv Bators,
Lower 48,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Malaria!,
Godley & Creme,
Porter Ricks,
MDC,
The Dirtbombs,
Dark Day,
Hoover,
Ponytail,
Sandy B,
Tubeway Army,
Severed Heads,
Al Stewart,
Crispian St. Peters,
In Retrospect,
The Fire Engines,
Ultimate Spinach,
Jeru the Damaja,
Pagans,
Rapeman,
Suicide,
Icehouse,
Kas Product,
Mo-Dettes,
X-102,
Iggy Pop,
Crime,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
World's Most,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Terry Callier,
Neil Young,
Soft Cell,
Public Image Ltd.,
Au Pairs,
Pet Shop Boys,
Harpers Bizarre,
The Shadows of Knight,
H. Thieme,
Tropical Tobacco,
Schoolly D,
Janne Schatter,
Nation of Ulysses,
Black Moon,
Jerry's Kids,
Pierre Henry,
Agitation Free,
Ralphi Rosario,
Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies, Flamin' Groovies.
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.