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 Lebanon and from Cairo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South 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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Milan and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Aural Exciters to the punk 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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Mars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Outsiders,
The Red Krayola,
The Smiths,
Harry Pussy,
Jerry's Kids,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Lalo Schifrin,
Rapeman,
Howard Jones,
X-101,
The Mojo Men,
The Motions,
Mantronix,
The Pretty Things,
Alton Ellis,
Roxy Music,
Davy DMX,
Gil Scott Heron,
Monks,
The Fortunes,
The Victims,
B.T. Express,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Main Source,
Lalann,
Echospace,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Idris Muhammad,
Symarip,
Mission of Burma,
In Retrospect,
Scion,
Absolute Body Control,
Crispy Ambulance,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
The Real Kids,
Al Stewart,
Kenny Larkin,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Faust,
Khruangbin,
Sparks,
John Holt,
Surgeon,
Alison Limerick,
Marine Girls,
the Bar-Kays,
The Smoke,
Erykah Badu,
Procol Harum,
Vladislav Delay,
Anthony Braxton,
This Heat,
Joe Finger,
Youth Brigade,
Barclay James Harvest,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp., Glambeats Corp..
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.