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 Uganda and from Accra.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Philadelphia.
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 1973 at the first Television practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the oboe 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 The Martian to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 The Cramps. All the underground hits.
All Big Daddy Kane tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Country Teasers record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal disco hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Wings record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Todd Terry,
Simply Red,
Terrestrial Tones,
Sex Pistols,
Radiopuhelimet,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Searchers,
Symarip,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Brass Construction,
Skaos,
Frankie Knuckles,
Susan Cadogan,
Max Romeo,
Quando Quango,
Little Man,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
The Kinks,
JFA,
MC5,
Roger Hodgson,
Bush Tetras,
June of 44,
The Fugs,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Tommy Roe,
The Pop Group,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Black Pus,
The Moody Blues,
The Martian,
The Blackbyrds,
The Stooges,
A Certain Ratio,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Toni Rubio,
Pagans,
It's A Beautiful Day,
The Mojo Men,
Niagra,
Robert Hood,
The Cure,
FM Einheit,
The Victims,
Wire,
The Velvet Underground,
Yazoo,
Glambeats Corp.,
Yusef Lateef,
Graham Central Station,
The Residents,
DNA,
Cluster,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
World's Most,
Khruangbin,
The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines, The Fire Engines.
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.