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 Vietnam and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 theremin 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 Sad Lovers and Giants to the disco kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Roy Ayers. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap 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 marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Grandmaster Flash,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Dennis Brown,
Al Stewart,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Ohio Players,
Delta 5,
Cecil Taylor,
Loose Ends,
Lightning Bolt,
Dark Day,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Fifty Foot Hose,
The Golliwogs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Lebanon Hanover,
Robert Wyatt,
Surgeon,
Graham Central Station,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Sam Rivers,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The Five Americans,
Soft Cell,
DJ Sneak,
Eddi Front,
The Cramps,
Buzzcocks,
Deepchord,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Steve Hackett,
The Smoke,
The Last Poets,
Patti Smith,
Gerry Rafferty,
Minnie Riperton,
JFA,
Chrome,
Mo-Dettes,
The Happenings,
Jacques Brel,
The Remains,
Kas Product,
Banda Bassotti,
Ossler,
Boz Scaggs,
Derrick May,
Circle Jerks,
Marshall Jefferson,
Oblivians,
X-101,
Thompson Twins,
Inner City,
The Invisible,
Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra, Sun Ra Arkestra.
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.