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 New Zealand and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez 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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mumbai and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 Index to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Fugs. All the underground hits.
All Pet Shop Boys tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Little Man record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terrestrial Tones record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Man Eating Sloth,
Procol Harum,
Don Cherry,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Talk Talk,
Alphaville,
Moebius,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nas,
Janne Schatter,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Jeru the Damaja,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Durutti Column,
MDC,
Scratch Acid,
Spoonie Gee,
The Gories,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Easy Going,
Black Flag,
Lower 48,
The Vogues,
The Skatalites,
The Standells,
Tim Buckley,
Sight & Sound,
Marshall Jefferson,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
The Toasters,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Flash Fearless,
Funkadelic,
The Move,
Kenny Larkin,
Ice-T,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Red Krayola,
The Raincoats,
Sällskapet,
Agitation Free,
Alison Limerick,
Hot Snakes,
The Divine Comedy,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Au Pairs,
Nick Fraelich,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Residents,
Deadbeat,
Bill Near,
Marvin Gaye,
Lungfish,
Nirvana,
Maurizio,
Kayak,
Ronan,
Bobby Womack,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685, Joensuu 1685.
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.