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 Iraq and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Scientists to the grime 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 The Alarm Clocks. All the underground hits.
All The Doors tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every David Bowie 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kayak record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Chrome,
Marcia Griffiths,
Pierre Henry,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Ponytail,
Brand Nubian,
The Moody Blues,
FM Einheit,
Sonic Youth,
Scion,
Jeru the Damaja,
Mary Jane Girls,
Girls At Our Best!,
Half Japanese,
Mantronix,
DJ Sneak,
The Five Americans,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Eurythmics,
Agent Orange,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Derrick Morgan,
the Swans,
Fat Boys,
Drexciya,
Bronski Beat,
Panda Bear,
Skriet,
Whodini,
Swell Maps,
The Neon Judgement,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Birthday Party,
Robert Wyatt,
Andrew Hill,
Sugar Minott,
The J.B.'s,
Sun City Girls,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
The Gap Band,
Albert Ayler,
Television Personalities,
Nation of Ulysses,
Bluetip,
Procol Harum,
Spoonie Gee,
Nas,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Blackbyrds,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Steve Hackett,
Fela Kuti,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Joe Finger,
The Modern Lovers,
Fluxion,
Electric Prunes,
The Standells,
Boredoms,
Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock, Strawberry Alarm Clock.
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.