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 Sri Lanka and from Winnipeg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
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 Royal Trux to the funk 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 James Chance & The Contortions. All the underground hits.
All CMW tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 harpsichord and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Judy Mowatt record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Selecter,
The Fire Engines,
The New Christs,
Bobby Sherman,
Groovy Waters,
Q and Not U,
Throbbing Gristle,
Spandau Ballet,
The Happenings,
Tubeway Army,
Newcleus,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Negative Approach,
Pussy Galore,
Traffic Nightmare,
Anakelly,
Boredoms,
DJ Sneak,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Mojo Men,
Chris & Cosey,
The Monochrome Set,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Joensuu 1685,
Quadrant,
Agent Orange,
David McCallum,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Eden Ahbez,
The Music Machine,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Brick,
Porter Ricks,
Kevin Saunderson,
Brass Construction,
Outsiders,
Moss Icon,
The Remains,
Von Mondo,
Public Image Ltd.,
JFA,
The Techniques,
Ossler,
David Axelrod,
Clear Light,
Deakin,
a-ha,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Subhumans,
Nirvana,
The Neon Judgement,
Yusef Lateef,
James Chance & The Contortions,
MC5,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Offenders,
Scan 7,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.