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 Zimbabwe and from Portland.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Shanghai.
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 1984 at the first Arcadia practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the snare 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 Kas Product to the punk 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 Metal Thangz. All the underground hits.
All Crime tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Kinks record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kool G Rap & DJ Polo record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Johnny Clarke,
Schoolly D,
Curtis Mayfield,
Soul Sonic Force,
Heaven 17,
ABC,
Dark Day,
Jeru the Damaja,
Girls At Our Best!,
Jacob Miller,
Bill Near,
Alice Coltrane,
Jeff Mills,
The Selecter,
Bluetip,
Sugar Minott,
The Black Dice,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Pylon,
Main Source,
Fatback Band,
Funky Four + One,
Dawn Penn,
Glambeats Corp.,
The Modern Lovers,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Crime,
Nation of Ulysses,
Aaron Thompson,
Minnie Riperton,
The Techniques,
Mo-Dettes,
Neil Young,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
David Bowie,
Stiv Bators,
Electric Prunes,
The Shadows of Knight,
the Bar-Kays,
Glenn Branca,
John Foxx,
Michelle Simonal,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Stockholm Monsters,
Nik Kershaw,
The Monks,
Scan 7,
Porter Ricks,
Reagan Youth,
Fluxion,
Audionom,
Boz Scaggs,
The Red Krayola,
The Beau Brummels,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Harry Pussy,
CMW,
Rosa Yemen,
Chris Corsano,
Rekid, Rekid, Rekid, Rekid.
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.