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 Trinidad & Tobago and from Taipei.
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 1962 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the theremin 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 techno kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Max Romeo. All the underground hits.
All DNA 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 rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Seeds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Siglo XX,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Drive Like Jehu,
Gong,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Sound Behaviour,
Marcia Griffiths,
Zapp,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
The Cure,
The Standells,
Urselle,
Kerrie Biddell,
Bush Tetras,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Duran Duran,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Aaron Thompson,
Pylon,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Sandy B,
Suicide,
Maurizio,
Steve Hackett,
Chris Corsano,
Girls At Our Best!,
Crooked Eye,
Oneida,
Archie Shepp,
Scratch Acid,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
The Raincoats,
The Monks,
Negative Approach,
Magma,
Chrome,
Q and Not U,
Cabaret Voltaire,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Arcadia,
Donald Byrd,
Tom Boy,
Visage,
John Foxx,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
D'Angelo,
Pantytec,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Blues Magoos,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Absolute Body Control,
The Smoke,
Adolescents,
The Evens,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
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.