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 Vietnam and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 clarinet 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 Essential Logic to the crunk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo. All the underground hits.
All Moebius tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Public Enemy 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Index,
Deakin,
The Count Five,
Chris & Cosey,
Lou Reed,
Nirvana,
Donny Hathaway,
The Names,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Isaac Hayes,
Suicide,
Lakeside,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Wasted Youth,
Dead Boys,
The Moody Blues,
Jesper Dahlback,
Mary Jane Girls,
Jeff Lynne,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
ABC,
The Golliwogs,
Gil Scott Heron,
Derrick May,
Sex Pistols,
Delon & Dalcan,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Minnie Riperton,
Echospace,
Man Parrish,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Half Japanese,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Franke,
The Dirtbombs,
Ossler,
Cluster,
Terrestrial Tones,
Joey Negro,
Maleditus Sound,
D'Angelo,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Roxy Music,
Anakelly,
The Trojans,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Idris Muhammad,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Black Pus,
Desert Stars,
Cybotron,
X-101,
Sun City Girls,
Mo-Dettes,
In Retrospect,
Trumans Water,
The Toasters,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Brick,
Babytalk,
Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens, Silicon Teens.
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.