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 United States and from Philadelphia.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bremen and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 organ 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 Idris Muhammad to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Oblivians. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bob Dylan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Kurtis Blow,
Hasil Adkins,
Japan,
Inner City,
Aloha Tigers,
New Order,
The Velvet Underground,
Minutemen,
Laurel Aitken,
The Raincoats,
Erykah Badu,
Electric Prunes,
Half Japanese,
Rosa Yemen,
Symarip,
Dead Boys,
Big Daddy Kane,
Fat Boys,
Isaac Hayes,
Magma,
Audionom,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Skriet,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Connie Case,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Pop Group,
Donny Hathaway,
The Motions,
Q and Not U,
Faraquet,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
John Cale,
Tom Boy,
UT,
Patti Smith,
Wally Richardson,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Oneida,
The Mighty Diamonds,
The Blackbyrds,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
A Certain Ratio,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
the Sonics,
Matthew Halsall,
Bill Near,
Fear,
EPMD,
T.S.O.L.,
Alton Ellis,
Sly & The Family Stone,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Groovy Waters,
Young Marble Giants,
Vainqueur,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Sällskapet,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Camouflage,
The Zeros,
Angry Samoans,
Skarface, Skarface, Skarface, Skarface.
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.