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 Angola and from Edmonton.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Neu! show in Düsseldorf.
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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 organ 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 Joe Smooth to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Public Image Ltd.. All the underground hits.
All Vladislav Delay tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warsaw record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dorothy Ashby record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pole,
Brothers Johnson,
Unrelated Segments,
Sun Ra,
The Trojans,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fatback Band,
the Slits,
Swell Maps,
Rotary Connection,
Crooked Eye,
Roxy Music,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Bauhaus,
Gong,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Soul Sonic Force,
Nation of Ulysses,
KRS-One,
Ultimate Spinach,
Patti Smith,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Steve Hackett,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The Walker Brothers,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
It's A Beautiful Day,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Yaz,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Q65,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Ponytail,
The Red Krayola,
Mr. Review,
The Names,
X-Ray Spex,
Blossom Toes,
The Black Dice,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bang On A Can,
Country Teasers,
Roxette,
Lou Christie,
Clear Light,
Gastr Del Sol,
The J.B.'s,
June of 44,
Liliput,
The Raincoats,
Fluxion,
The Associates,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Bobby Womack,
The Last Poets,
Sparks,
Kayak,
Lee Hazlewood,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme, Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme.
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.