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 Sudan and from Salvador.
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 1967 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 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 Tomorrow to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Harry Pussy. All the underground hits.
All The Monks tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Zapp 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Harry Pussy,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Wake,
Cheater Slicks,
Thee Headcoats,
Half Japanese,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Move,
Erykah Badu,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scientists,
Lower 48,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Star Department,
DNA,
Toni Rubio,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Youth Brigade,
Iggy Pop,
Bob Dylan,
Bobby Byrd,
Kenny Larkin,
Suburban Knight,
LL Cool J,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
The Stooges,
Chris Corsano,
Intrusion,
Ronan,
The Selecter,
Pantaleimon,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Tomorrow,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
48th St. Collective,
Flash Fearless,
Soul Sonic Force,
Brick,
Aural Exciters,
Bluetip,
Marvin Gaye,
Boredoms,
Gil Scott Heron,
Wasted Youth,
Moebius,
KRS-One,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Scan 7,
Television Personalities,
Absolute Body Control,
The Cowsills,
Wally Richardson,
The Last Poets,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Stetsasonic,
T.S.O.L.,
Minor Threat,
Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter, Blake Baxter.
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.