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 Guinea-Bissau and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia 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 1960 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Taipei 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 marimba 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 Clear Light to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Schoolly D. All the underground hits.
All T.S.O.L. tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Curtis Mayfield 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Das Ding record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Excepter,
The Sonics,
Magma,
Lindisfarne,
Morten Harket,
Pulsallama,
OOIOO,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Wasted Youth,
Mad Mike,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Black Pus,
Lightning Bolt,
Accadde A,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Move,
Metal Thangz,
Amon Düül,
MC5,
A Certain Ratio,
Tres Demented,
Jeff Mills,
Stereo Dub,
Average White Band,
Mars,
Althea and Donna,
Skarface,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Thompson Twins,
The Seeds,
Groovy Waters,
Glenn Branca,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Patti Smith,
Tears for Fears,
The Misunderstood,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Leonard Cohen,
The Fortunes,
The Residents,
Fela Kuti,
Black Moon,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Buckinghams,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lou Reed,
Monolake,
Kerrie Biddell,
Rotary Connection,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Q and Not U,
The Techniques,
Peter and Kerry,
Desert Stars,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
La Düsseldorf,
the Bar-Kays,
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.