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 Taiwan and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Gian Franco Pienzio to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago. All the underground hits.
All Prince Buster tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Names record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Subhumans record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
One Last Wish,
DNA,
Scientists,
Hardrive,
Wolf Eyes,
The Skatalites,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Mission of Burma,
the Soft Cell,
the Human League,
Lee Hazlewood,
Peter and Kerry,
Porter Ricks,
LL Cool J,
The Moody Blues,
Mars,
Clear Light,
The Pretty Things,
Quantec,
Mad Mike,
David Axelrod,
The Seeds,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Morten Harket,
The Fuzztones,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Techniques,
Babytalk,
Ice-T,
Deakin,
Television,
Barrington Levy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Malaria!,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Crispy Ambulance,
Reagan Youth,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Barry Ungar,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
the Slits,
Darondo,
Lalo Schifrin,
Bad Manners,
Livin' Joy,
Brothers Johnson,
Jerry's Kids,
The Gap Band,
Junior Murvin,
Henry Cow,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Juan Atkins,
Dennis Brown,
Electric Prunes,
The Smiths,
Lakeside,
The Young Rascals,
The Birthday Party,
Suicide,
Sight & Sound,
Scion, Scion, Scion, Scion.
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.