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 Australia and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 spring reverb 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 Fela Kuti to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Mission of Burma. All the underground hits.
All Donny Hathaway tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lonnie Liston Smith 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Whodini,
Fat Boys,
Boogie Down Productions,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Anthony Braxton,
Terrestrial Tones,
Johnny Osbourne,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Surgeon,
Dawn Penn,
Easy Going,
Icehouse,
Bronski Beat,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Derrick Morgan,
Nik Kershaw,
Isaac Hayes,
Goldenarms,
Tubeway Army,
Brand Nubian,
Crooked Eye,
The Music Machine,
Fela Kuti,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Nirvana,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Faraquet,
Q65,
Aloha Tigers,
Drexciya,
Kas Product,
Jerry's Kids,
Mission of Burma,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
John Coltrane,
Kayak,
Newcleus,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Leaves,
Black Moon,
Unrelated Segments,
The Sound,
Idris Muhammad,
The Raincoats,
Boredoms,
Marine Girls,
Kenny Larkin,
AZ,
The Barracudas,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Supertramp,
X-101,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Fatback Band,
Heaven 17,
Joy Division,
The Last Poets,
Ronnie Foster,
a-ha,
Kaleidoscope,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rapeman,
Crispy Ambulance,
Prince Buster,
The Index, The Index, The Index, The Index.
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.