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 Laos and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Feelies show in Haledon.
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 1967 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 synthesizer 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 Nation of Ulysses to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five. All the underground hits.
All Infiniti tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Kevin Saunderson 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Crispian St. Peters record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Misunderstood,
Warsaw,
Roy Ayers,
Marcia Griffiths,
Heaven 17,
K-Klass,
Sight & Sound,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Crooked Eye,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Nico,
Rosa Yemen,
Harmonia,
Stockholm Monsters,
Babytalk,
Kerrie Biddell,
Jerry's Kids,
The Standells,
Oblivians,
Quando Quango,
The Detroit Cobras,
Traffic Nightmare,
Dave Gahan,
Nik Kershaw,
Black Flag,
Kas Product,
Pulsallama,
Negative Approach,
Hasil Adkins,
Mantronix,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Fuzztones,
Lakeside,
John Holt,
The Beau Brummels,
Simply Red,
Brass Construction,
Sex Pistols,
The Music Machine,
Rhythm & Sound,
Agitation Free,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
B.T. Express,
Pagans,
Angry Samoans,
Scratch Acid,
Maurizio,
Judy Mowatt,
Television Personalities,
Darondo,
Brick,
E-Dancer,
Tubeway Army,
Half Japanese,
Animal Collective,
Wolf Eyes,
Malaria!,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Residents, The Residents, The Residents, The Residents.
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.