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 Benin and from Tehran.
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 1964 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 guitar 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 Donny Hathaway to the rock 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 The Mojo Men. All the underground hits.
All Crash Course in Science tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and an arpeggiator and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Porter Ricks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
cv313,
The Monks,
Black Moon,
Carl Craig,
Kool Moe Dee,
Tommy Roe,
Tomorrow,
Yaz,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Pole,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Barrington Levy,
Bill Wells,
Bizarre Inc.,
Lyres,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Marmalade,
Eric Dolphy,
Moby Grape,
The Dead C,
The Slackers,
Man Parrish,
Grandmaster Flash,
Ossler,
The Doors,
MC5,
Howard Jones,
the Swans,
The Buckinghams,
Funkadelic,
Oneida,
The Smoke,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Schoolly D,
The Litter,
The Techniques,
China Crisis,
Mandrill,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Lakeside,
10cc,
Hasil Adkins,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Amon Düül,
Slick Rick,
the Soft Cell,
Sugar Minott,
X-102,
Chris Corsano,
Y Pants,
Tubeway Army,
Ohio Players,
Magazine,
the Human League,
This Heat,
Lou Reed,
Skarface,
Liliput,
Marc Almond,
The Black Dice,
Monks, Monks, Monks, Monks.
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.