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 Cameroon and from Shanghai.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage show in 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 1966 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 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 Charles Mingus to the rock 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 Lyres. All the underground hits.
All Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Das Ding 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Graham Central Station record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Groovy Waters,
Frankie Knuckles,
Mo-Dettes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Cure,
Rufus Thomas,
Donny Hathaway,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Quantec,
Cecil Taylor,
Second Layer,
Maleditus Sound,
Ronnie Foster,
Leonard Cohen,
Radio Birdman,
Kerrie Biddell,
Niagra,
Rhythm & Sound,
Altered Images,
Barbara Tucker,
Pulsallama,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Throbbing Gristle,
The Last Poets,
Johnny Osbourne,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Yazoo,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
CMW,
Ornette Coleman,
Yaz,
Jacob Miller,
Shuggie Otis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Harmonia,
The Fortunes,
The Saints,
Motorama,
Bizarre Inc.,
Peter and Kerry,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Sparks,
JFA,
Angry Samoans,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Barry Ungar,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Matthew Halsall,
KRS-One,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Robert Wyatt,
Heaven 17,
Unwound,
F. McDonald,
the Sonics,
One Last Wish,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.