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 Yemen and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1962 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Accra 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 Marvin Gaye to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell. All the underground hits.
All Heaven 17 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Skriet 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Second Layer record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Fluxion,
The Doobie Brothers,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Anthony Braxton,
The Knickerbockers,
Joy Division,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
The Pretty Things,
The Selecter,
Alice Coltrane,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Fatback Band,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Tim Buckley,
Roger Hodgson,
Simply Red,
Tres Demented,
Liliput,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Dark Day,
Eden Ahbez,
Donald Byrd,
Sound Behaviour,
Essential Logic,
Metal Thangz,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Desert Stars,
Alphaville,
Harry Pussy,
Man Eating Sloth,
Dawn Penn,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Monolake,
Excepter,
Brothers Johnson,
Moss Icon,
Organ,
Gregory Isaacs,
Ice-T,
Talk Talk,
Q65,
Bobby Hutcherson,
JFA,
Tommy Roe,
The Gap Band,
Negative Approach,
X-101,
Black Pus,
Godley & Creme,
Flash Fearless,
Lou Reed,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Reagan Youth,
Junior Murvin,
A Certain Ratio,
Big Daddy Kane,
Technova,
Motorama,
Flamin' Groovies,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica, Lou Reed & Metallica.
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.