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 Cambodia and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 Section 25 to the punk 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 Pagans. All the underground hits.
All The Music Machine tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fort Wilson Riot record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 harpsichord and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Joyce Sims record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Duran Duran,
Dawn Penn,
Neil Young,
The Misunderstood,
The Cowsills,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
The Victims,
Gichy Dan,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Judy Mowatt,
Khruangbin,
The Angels of Light,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
10cc,
The Mummies,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Dead C,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Sixth Finger,
Infiniti,
Das Ding,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Los Fastidios,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Barbara Tucker,
Skaos,
Slick Rick,
Suicide,
Freddie Wadling,
Kaleidoscope,
Eden Ahbez,
Ash Ra Tempel,
The Residents,
Livin' Joy,
Kenny Larkin,
Don Cherry,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
These Immortal Souls,
Faust,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
a-ha,
Underground Resistance,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Ultravox,
Amon Düül II,
Amazonics,
The Beau Brummels,
Lyres,
Gang Green,
The Electric Prunes,
Scrapy,
Frankie Knuckles,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Fortunes,
Interpol,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
In Retrospect,
Icehouse,
Pantaleimon,
Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson, Brothers Johnson.
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.