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 East Timor and from Manila.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1965 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 1971 at the first Selda practice in a loft in Istanbul.
I was working on the linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Lindisfarne to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Brothers Johnson. All the underground hits.
All Faraquet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lyres 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a UT record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Sound,
Wings,
The Zeros,
Ten City,
the Slits,
Todd Terry,
Ultravox,
Siglo XX,
Brothers Johnson,
Robert Hood,
The Angels of Light,
One Last Wish,
Brick,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Tom Boy,
The Trojans,
KRS-One,
Animal Collective,
Average White Band,
Cameo,
MDC,
Lungfish,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Blake Baxter,
Anthony Braxton,
Q and Not U,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
The Gun Club,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pulsallama,
Quando Quango,
Scott Walker,
Harmonia,
The Blues Magoos,
Loose Ends,
Massinfluence,
The Count Five,
The Flesh Eaters,
Delon & Dalcan,
Au Pairs,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Sonics,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Minny Pops,
Gil Scott Heron,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Godley & Creme,
The Mojo Men,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Martian,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Judy Mowatt,
Morten Harket,
Maleditus Sound,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
K-Klass,
Graham Central Station,
Max Romeo,
Electric Prunes,
Gang Green,
AZ, AZ, AZ, AZ.
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.