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 Tuvalu and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Calgary 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 oboe 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 Dave Clark Five to the funk kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience. All the underground hits.
All Spoonie Gee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Minor Threat 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tim Buckley record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rapeman,
Byron Stingily,
Bill Wells,
Ultravox,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Radiohead,
The Detroit Cobras,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
The Move,
Lower 48,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Jacob Miller,
Public Enemy,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
U.S. Maple,
Tubeway Army,
Q65,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Young Marble Giants,
Man Parrish,
Chris & Cosey,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Marmalade,
Moss Icon,
Nik Kershaw,
Banda Bassotti,
The Angels of Light,
These Immortal Souls,
Gregory Isaacs,
Roxy Music,
Pulsallama,
Maleditus Sound,
Mantronix,
Vainqueur,
Ronnie Foster,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Throbbing Gristle,
Pierre Henry,
Model 500,
Yazoo,
Eric Copeland,
Soul II Soul,
Matthew Halsall,
Joy Division,
Loose Ends,
World's Most,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Soft Machine,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Blake Baxter,
The Moleskins,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Groovy Waters,
Electric Prunes,
Bizarre Inc.,
Isaac Hayes,
PIL, PIL, PIL, PIL.
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.