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 Chile and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Paris 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 theremin 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 Whodini to the rap 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 Crooked Eye. All the underground hits.
All Davy DMX tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Interpol 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Mighty Diamonds record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Malaria!,
Simply Red,
Gastr Del Sol,
Jimmy McGriff,
The Knickerbockers,
Grauzone,
Loose Ends,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Eric B and Rakim,
Arab on Radar,
Basic Channel,
Kurtis Blow,
Jeff Lynne,
Cluster,
Donald Byrd,
The Human League,
the Association,
Radiopuhelimet,
Vainqueur,
Camberwell Now,
Tubeway Army,
Letta Mbulu,
the Soft Cell,
Mantronix,
Alton Ellis,
Bobby Sherman,
Erykah Badu,
Marcia Griffiths,
Fela Kuti,
Magma,
Lyres,
Dorothy Ashby,
Boogie Down Productions,
Steve Hackett,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sister Nancy,
Crash Course in Science,
Boredoms,
Sonic Youth,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Gang Green,
Siglo XX,
Rakim,
Main Source,
Underground Resistance,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
E-Dancer,
Aswad,
Arthur Verocai,
Newcleus,
Yaz,
Wasted Youth,
Youth Brigade,
The Searchers,
Moss Icon,
Depeche Mode,
Crime,
Joe Smooth,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lindisfarne,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers, New Age Steppers.
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.