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 Burkina and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1964 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and London.
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 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 Roxette to the punk 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 Cheater Slicks. All the underground hits.
All Marine Girls tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Warren Ellis record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Bar-Kays record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
The Slackers,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Misunderstood,
Cymande,
Pylon,
These Immortal Souls,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Jerry's Kids,
Quadrant,
The Mummies,
Massinfluence,
Panda Bear,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Monolake,
Bill Near,
Kevin Saunderson,
DNA,
Iggy Pop,
The Dead C,
The Stooges,
Moby Grape,
Black Flag,
Whodini,
Procol Harum,
Brick,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Stockholm Monsters,
Bob Dylan,
JFA,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Nirvana,
The Sonics,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Pere Ubu,
Eric Dolphy,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Gun Club,
the Bar-Kays,
Gichy Dan,
DJ Style,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
cv313,
Slave,
Soft Cell,
Bobby Byrd,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Jeru the Damaja,
Lebanon Hanover,
The Wake,
The Toasters,
Second Layer,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Dorothy Ashby,
Pantytec,
Visage,
Sexual Harrassment,
Sällskapet,
Stetsasonic,
Swans, Swans, Swans, Swans.
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.