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 Russia and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 theremin 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 Manfred Mann's Earth Band to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 LL Cool J. All the underground hits.
All Gang Starr tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dorothy Ashby record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 an oboe and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Harpers Bizarre record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Knickerbockers,
The Human League,
Gang of Four,
Brothers Johnson,
The Motions,
Cluster,
Barrington Levy,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Janne Schatter,
Kevin Saunderson,
Piero Umiliani,
Bluetip,
Basic Channel,
Con Funk Shun,
X-101,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Rapeman,
Black Pus,
Quadrant,
Idris Muhammad,
Colin Newman,
David Axelrod,
Yaz,
a-ha,
Q and Not U,
Jacob Miller,
The Evens,
Japan,
Sexual Harrassment,
Roy Ayers,
The Leaves,
Rekid,
Inner City,
Nirvana,
The Dave Clark Five,
ABBA,
Vladislav Delay,
The Flesh Eaters,
World's Most,
Cal Tjader,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Boogie Down Productions,
Average White Band,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Boz Scaggs,
La Düsseldorf,
Icehouse,
Magazine,
Arthur Verocai,
The Last Poets,
Howard Jones,
Laurel Aitken,
Suicide,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Raincoats,
Altered Images,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.