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 Sri Lanka and from Glasgow.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 harpsichord 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 Little Man to the jazz kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Pussy Galore. All the underground hits.
All Kerrie Biddell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Main Source 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 rhodes and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Associates record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bang On A Can,
The Moleskins,
The Young Rascals,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Buckinghams,
Warsaw,
the Sonics,
Kaleidoscope,
The Residents,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Talk Talk,
Motorama,
Gastr Del Sol,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Shoche,
The Monochrome Set,
Niagra,
Lee Hazlewood,
Zapp,
The Evens,
The American Breed,
Lalo Schifrin,
Drexciya,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Pantytec,
Goldenarms,
Camouflage,
The Count Five,
Gerry Rafferty,
Royal Trux,
New York Dolls,
Fugazi,
Derrick May,
Tommy Roe,
Panda Bear,
Procol Harum,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
kango's stein massive,
Crash Course in Science,
Agitation Free,
The Beau Brummels,
Kevin Saunderson,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Visage,
Can,
Isaac Hayes,
The Happenings,
Model 500,
Lindisfarne,
Whodini,
Brass Construction,
Clear Light,
Tres Demented,
The Associates,
Faust,
Swell Maps,
Severed Heads,
Ice-T,
Ten City,
Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro, Joey Negro.
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.