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 Guinea and from Woodstock.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 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 Sonny Sharrock to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Amon Düül record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 spring reverb and a snare and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slits record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gastr Del Sol,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Idris Muhammad,
Alphaville,
Jawbox,
Lyres,
Piero Umiliani,
Khruangbin,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
EPMD,
Deepchord,
Wire,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Theoretical Girls,
Skarface,
Circle Jerks,
The Sonics,
Mr. Review,
Severed Heads,
Barry Ungar,
Livin' Joy,
Cecil Taylor,
Funkadelic,
The Invisible,
Scan 7,
Radio Birdman,
Jerry's Kids,
Popol Vuh,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Moleskins,
Peter & Gordon,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Section 25,
The Monochrome Set,
Amazonics,
Dawn Penn,
The Offenders,
ABC,
Lower 48,
The Knickerbockers,
Porter Ricks,
Kaleidoscope,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Donald Byrd,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Rod Modell,
John Holt,
Jimmy McGriff,
Guru Guru,
Soulsonic Force,
Skaos,
DNA,
Arcadia,
Q65,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Basic Channel,
Warsaw,
The Gories,
Archie Shepp,
Bad Manners,
Loose Ends,
The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group, The Pop Group.
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.