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 Nepal and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1961 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Salvador.
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 The Last Poets to the punk 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 The Tremeloes. All the underground hits.
All Gary Puckett & The Union Gap tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Dark Day record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pantytec record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cal Tjader,
Piero Umiliani,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Archie Shepp,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Zapp,
The Happenings,
Ohio Players,
Cymande,
David McCallum,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Eli Mardock,
Jacob Miller,
Soft Machine,
the Sonics,
Boz Scaggs,
Hashim,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Lightning Bolt,
The Velvet Underground,
Crime,
Ken Boothe,
Scion,
Black Moon,
Bauhaus,
a-ha,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
The Count Five,
cv313,
Eric Copeland,
Funky Four + One,
Stetsasonic,
Technova,
Erykah Badu,
Television,
Bluetip,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Au Pairs,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Rites of Spring,
Laurel Aitken,
The Real Kids,
Jesper Dahlback,
Tommy Roe,
Gang of Four,
The Saints,
The Stooges,
Mary Jane Girls,
Davy DMX,
Angry Samoans,
Pulsallama,
Moby Grape,
Depeche Mode,
Skarface,
Leonard Cohen,
Audionom,
The Smiths,
Joey Negro,
Grauzone,
Kool Moe Dee,
The Gap Band,
Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron, Cybotron.
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.