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 Venezuela and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic 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 1963 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 Johnny Clarke to the disco kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All The Toasters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Agitation Free 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 '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harry Pussy record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Throbbing Gristle,
Leonard Cohen,
Faraquet,
Moebius,
Fela Kuti,
Letta Mbulu,
Rapeman,
Pet Shop Boys,
Gang Gang Dance,
Marine Girls,
Yaz,
DJ Style,
Silicon Teens,
Soft Machine,
Derrick May,
Stiv Bators,
Unrelated Segments,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Loose Ends,
Whodini,
Buzzcocks,
Audionom,
The Barracudas,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Move,
One Last Wish,
The J.B.'s,
the Sonics,
Iggy Pop,
Delon & Dalcan,
Barry Ungar,
Khruangbin,
In Retrospect,
Nils Olav,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sly & The Family Stone,
CMW,
Johnny Clarke,
The Moody Blues,
Rhythm & Sound,
Radio Birdman,
Gang Green,
Barrington Levy,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Index,
Malaria!,
Steve Hackett,
Tim Buckley,
Johnny Osbourne,
The Last Poets,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
X-101,
Sällskapet,
Fat Boys,
Roy Ayers,
Section 25,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Outsiders,
Siglo XX,
The Neon Judgement,
The Count Five,
PIL,
Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon, Moss Icon.
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.