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 Nicaragua and from Paris.
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 1960 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Jakarta.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Kevin Saunderson to the grunge kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Funkadelic tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Hoover record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kenny Larkin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Glambeats Corp.,
The Fire Engines,
R.M.O.,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Lucky Dragons,
Big Daddy Kane,
Rakim,
The Alarm Clocks,
Bobby Womack,
Aswad,
The Cowsills,
Panda Bear,
Bush Tetras,
James White and The Blacks,
Gastr Del Sol,
Metal Thangz,
Lyres,
The Red Krayola,
The Kinks,
Magazine,
The Mummies,
Bootsy Collins,
Sällskapet,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
Delon & Dalcan,
Jerry's Kids,
Angry Samoans,
Severed Heads,
Bobby Sherman,
Bang On A Can,
Leonard Cohen,
Wasted Youth,
Traffic Nightmare,
Technova,
Rosa Yemen,
Radiopuhelimet,
Make Up,
U.S. Maple,
Massinfluence,
The Searchers,
Average White Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Gang of Four,
The Zeros,
Scan 7,
Gang Gang Dance,
Q65,
Sonny Sharrock,
Qualms,
Can,
The Tremeloes,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Quadrant,
Thee Headcoats,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Aaron Thompson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Alton Ellis,
Vladislav Delay,
John Coltrane,
Hashim,
Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light, Clear Light.
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.