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 Oman and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1980.
I was there at the first Cybotron show in Detroit.
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 1962 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 Man Parrish to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 The Trojans. All the underground hits.
All Reuben Wilson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Juan Atkins 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Clear Light,
The Index,
Royal Trux,
The Sonics,
Television,
Sonic Youth,
Vainqueur,
Fear,
John Coltrane,
Gabor Szabo,
Popol Vuh,
Man Parrish,
Outsiders,
In Retrospect,
June of 44,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Fuzztones,
The Searchers,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Robert Wyatt,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Gladiators,
Cal Tjader,
Ohio Players,
The Barracudas,
Alton Ellis,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Q65,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Blossom Toes,
Q and Not U,
Sun City Girls,
Steve Hackett,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Bauhaus,
Audionom,
Lalo Schifrin,
Spoonie Gee,
Janne Schatter,
The Offenders,
Bush Tetras,
Glambeats Corp.,
Marc Almond,
The Electric Prunes,
Khruangbin,
Flash Fearless,
Erykah Badu,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Gun Club,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Dawn Penn,
Pet Shop Boys,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Prince Buster,
Dead Boys,
E-Dancer,
Monks,
Aswad,
The Motions,
Althea and Donna,
Lucky Dragons,
X-101, X-101, X-101, X-101.
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.