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 Nepal and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 David Bowie 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 Jesper Dahlbäck to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Gian Franco Pienzio. All the underground hits.
All Funky Four + One tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Strawberry Alarm Clock record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeru the Damaja record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scott Walker,
China Crisis,
Deadbeat,
The Mummies,
The Invisible,
kango's stein massive,
Con Funk Shun,
The Gap Band,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Thompson Twins,
the Fania All-Stars,
T. Rex,
Procol Harum,
Desert Stars,
KRS-One,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Newcleus,
Junior Murvin,
Althea and Donna,
Grey Daturas,
Boogie Down Productions,
Eden Ahbez,
The Count Five,
Alphaville,
Ultimate Spinach,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Morten Harket,
The Saints,
Saccharine Trust,
Lakeside,
Skarface,
Black Pus,
Massinfluence,
Pussy Galore,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Pulsallama,
New York Dolls,
John Cale,
Nas,
Whodini,
Marvin Gaye,
Derrick Morgan,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Average White Band,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Nick Fraelich,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Standells,
Rhythm & Sound,
Sugar Minott,
Sixth Finger,
Pet Shop Boys,
H. Thieme,
Monks,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Popol Vuh,
Animal Collective,
Aloha Tigers,
This Heat,
Flipper, Flipper, Flipper, Flipper.
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.