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 Austria and from Columbus.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lille and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 rhodes 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 Cecil Taylor to the funk 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 Derrick May. All the underground hits.
All The Pop Group tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gian Franco Pienzio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 mellotron and a rhodes and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Pretty Things record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Von Mondo,
Warsaw,
Fatback Band,
The Fortunes,
Johnny Clarke,
The Modern Lovers,
F. McDonald,
Andrew Hill,
The Victims,
Monks,
Buzzcocks,
The New Christs,
Roger Hodgson,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Cameo,
Index,
Gang Green,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Tommy Roe,
Spoonie Gee,
Public Enemy,
Gang of Four,
Josef K,
Easy Going,
Freddie Wadling,
The Real Kids,
Kurtis Blow,
Bang On A Can,
The Litter,
Boz Scaggs,
This Heat,
Bobbi Humphrey,
the Human League,
Magazine,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Stockholm Monsters,
Supertramp,
Shuggie Otis,
Leonard Cohen,
48th St. Collective,
Pussy Galore,
Radiohead,
Young Marble Giants,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Simply Red,
Loose Ends,
Slick Rick,
Neil Young,
Dark Day,
Zero Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Dead Boys,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Amon Düül,
Erykah Badu,
Wally Richardson,
Grey Daturas,
Radio Birdman,
Tres Demented,
Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet, Spandau Ballet.
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.