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 Colombia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 at the first Suicide practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the rhodes 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 Art Ensemble Of Chicago to the grime kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Arthur Verocai. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon 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 güiro and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Red Krayola record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
a-ha,
Howard Jones,
PIL,
Main Source,
The Gun Club,
The Trojans,
Cameo,
Crash Course in Science,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Henry Cow,
ABC,
The Doobie Brothers,
Toni Rubio,
Thompson Twins,
Lalo Schifrin,
Sandy B,
Donald Byrd,
Skriet,
The Neon Judgement,
Marmalade,
The Fire Engines,
Kerri Chandler,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
The Monks,
China Crisis,
The Gories,
Rhythm & Sound,
Mars,
Crime,
The Skatalites,
Man Eating Sloth,
New York Dolls,
The Leaves,
The Fugs,
Archie Shepp,
Bizarre Inc.,
Mark Hollis,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Babytalk,
The Beau Brummels,
Curtis Mayfield,
Lakeside,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Eurythmics,
Scientists,
The Angels of Light,
Danielle Patucci,
Jeru the Damaja,
Sight & Sound,
Fugazi,
Soulsonic Force,
cv313,
Aswad,
Procol Harum,
Peter and Kerry,
The Evens,
Fela Kuti,
Dennis Brown,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.