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 East Timor and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Hong Kong.
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 808 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 Camouflage to the grime 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 Crispian St. Peters. All the underground hits.
All Alphaville tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jeru the Damaja record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 a güiro and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fugazi record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pharoah Sanders,
Lungfish,
The Angels of Light,
Johnny Osbourne,
Joey Negro,
Can,
Sound Behaviour,
Niagra,
Monks,
Dead Boys,
Pere Ubu,
Ralphi Rosario,
Vainqueur,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Jawbox,
Crime,
Marc Almond,
Intrusion,
Alton Ellis,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Hasil Adkins,
a-ha,
Porter Ricks,
Kurtis Blow,
Skarface,
The Monks,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Average White Band,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Tom Boy,
Mission of Burma,
New Age Steppers,
Y Pants,
the Sonics,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lou Christie,
The Tremeloes,
Cheater Slicks,
Schoolly D,
Quadrant,
Sandy B,
Talk Talk,
Deepchord,
Half Japanese,
Delon & Dalcan,
Todd Rundgren,
Spandau Ballet,
Slave,
Index,
Donny Hathaway,
The Barracudas,
Camberwell Now,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Music Machine,
London Community Gospel Choir,
June Days,
The Remains,
Todd Terry,
The Trojans,
Aloha Tigers,
Monolake, Monolake, Monolake, Monolake.
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.