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 Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in London.
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 1965 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Columbus.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 Freddie Wadling 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 Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan. All the underground hits.
All Animal Collective tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James White and The Blacks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Peter and Kerry,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Hoover,
Agitation Free,
The Zeros,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Minutemen,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Monks,
The Alarm Clocks,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
MDC,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Lyres,
Severed Heads,
Toni Rubio,
The Names,
Aural Exciters,
Man Eating Sloth,
The Dead C,
Mad Mike,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Slave,
David McCallum,
Roy Ayers,
Sex Pistols,
The Trojans,
Procol Harum,
Amon Düül II,
New Age Steppers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Sight & Sound,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Popol Vuh,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Remains,
Schoolly D,
Surgeon,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Drive Like Jehu,
Jeff Mills,
Zapp,
Wolf Eyes,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
John Coltrane,
Buzzcocks,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Soul Sonic Force,
It's A Beautiful Day,
T. Rex,
Sugar Minott,
The Neon Judgement,
June Days,
a-ha,
Bootsy Collins,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
China Crisis,
Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!, Malaria!.
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.