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 Canada and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 1975 at the first Ubu practice in a loft in Cleveland.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Television to the techno 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 Lightning Bolt. All the underground hits.
All Judy Mowatt tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Idris Muhammad record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 808 and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Silicon Teens record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gang Gang Dance,
Bang On A Can,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Liliput,
John Foxx,
Sight & Sound,
Camberwell Now,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Tropical Tobacco,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Gil Scott Heron,
Be Bop Deluxe,
The Divine Comedy,
Anakelly,
The Tremeloes,
Inner City,
Wally Richardson,
Moby Grape,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Harpers Bizarre,
Cybotron,
Amazonics,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Oneida,
Public Enemy,
Morten Harket,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sister Nancy,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mandrill,
The Barracudas,
the Sonics,
R.M.O.,
Ohio Players,
The Fugs,
Circle Jerks,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sugar Minott,
The Martian,
Scott Walker,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Ludus,
The United States of America,
Jandek,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Severed Heads,
the Association,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Ultimate Spinach,
Arab on Radar,
The Skatalites,
Marc Almond,
Black Bananas,
Harmonia,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Gang Starr,
Curtis Mayfield,
Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears, Tears for Fears.
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.