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 Greece and from Portland.
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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Sixth Finger to the rap kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Erykah Badu tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Human League 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Prince Buster,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
The Dirtbombs,
Oneida,
Buzzcocks,
Jacques Brel,
The Fortunes,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sam Rivers,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Severed Heads,
Tears for Fears,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
UT,
Matthew Bourne,
Magazine,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sister Nancy,
The Dave Clark Five,
Animal Collective,
Gichy Dan,
the Fania All-Stars,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Iggy Pop,
FM Einheit,
the Sonics,
Swans,
Johnny Clarke,
Tommy Roe,
The Human League,
Eurythmics,
Minny Pops,
Bronski Beat,
LL Cool J,
Lalo Schifrin,
Morten Harket,
Neu!,
Godley & Creme,
The Toasters,
Lee Hazlewood,
Kas Product,
The Blues Magoos,
H. Thieme,
Joyce Sims,
Mars,
the Swans,
The Red Krayola,
The Offenders,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
The Alarm Clocks,
Tom Boy,
The Motions,
Derrick Morgan,
The Durutti Column,
June Days,
Sällskapet,
Slave,
Bang On A Can,
Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav, Nils Olav.
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.