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 Somalia and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1969 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Madrid.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 Brand Nubian to the electroclash 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 the Normal. All the underground hits.
All Shoche tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jandek 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Excepter record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Popol Vuh,
Second Layer,
Index,
48th St. Collective,
Tomorrow,
Neu!,
Gastr Del Sol,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Victims,
Flamin' Groovies,
Saccharine Trust,
Sexual Harrassment,
Toni Rubio,
The Doobie Brothers,
Judy Mowatt,
Agitation Free,
Dual Sessions,
the Bar-Kays,
Jimmy McGriff,
David McCallum,
Pere Ubu,
Desert Stars,
Little Man,
Aswad,
R.M.O.,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Kurtis Blow,
Prince Buster,
Audionom,
Vainqueur,
Terry Callier,
Scan 7,
The Martian,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Tim Buckley,
Charles Mingus,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
Radiopuhelimet,
Can,
Subhumans,
Alphaville,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Arthur Verocai,
Supertramp,
Blancmange,
Radiohead,
Motorama,
The Vogues,
Heaven 17,
Sonny Sharrock,
Dave Gahan,
Robert Hood,
Section 25,
The Count Five,
D'Angelo,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Delta 5,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
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.