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 Mauritania and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Portland 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 sitar 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 The Durutti Column to the funk 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 Liliput. All the underground hits.
All ABC tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Susan Cadogan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Gichy Dan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
The Invisible,
The New Christs,
Yazoo,
MDC,
UT,
Amon Düül,
Moebius,
Gil Scott Heron,
Delta 5,
Jeru the Damaja,
Robert Wyatt,
Throbbing Gristle,
E-Dancer,
Radiopuhelimet,
EPMD,
Robert Hood,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Warren Ellis,
Slave,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Walker Brothers,
Oneida,
Gerry Rafferty,
Arab on Radar,
The Doors,
Pole,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Donald Byrd,
Qualms,
a-ha,
Warsaw,
Moss Icon,
In Retrospect,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Agitation Free,
The Monks,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Babytalk,
The Fugs,
H. Thieme,
Ornette Coleman,
Steve Hackett,
Das Ding,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
X-101,
Kaleidoscope,
Aural Exciters,
LL Cool J,
Infiniti,
The Stooges,
Black Flag,
Jeff Lynne,
Blancmange,
Danielle Patucci,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Remains,
The Gladiators,
The Durutti Column,
Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat, Bronski Beat.
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.