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 Kazakhstan and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Soft Boys show in Cambridge.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Copenhagen 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 spring reverb 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 grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers. All the underground hits.
All Country Teasers tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roy Ayers Ubiquity 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Donald Byrd record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Niagra,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Ten City,
Howard Jones,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Crime,
the Normal,
Laurel Aitken,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The New Christs,
Gang Starr,
Guru Guru,
Mo-Dettes,
Kerrie Biddell,
Flipper,
Second Layer,
Half Japanese,
Prince Buster,
Agitation Free,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Talk Talk,
The Wake,
Anakelly,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Von Mondo,
Soft Cell,
Harry Pussy,
Neu!,
The Dead C,
The Flesh Eaters,
Bill Wells,
Urselle,
The Pop Group,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
Barry Ungar,
Television Personalities,
Sound Behaviour,
Cheater Slicks,
Joensuu 1685,
Lakeside,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Motorama,
June of 44,
Janne Schatter,
Massinfluence,
Delta 5,
New Age Steppers,
Eli Mardock,
John Cale,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Selecter,
Bob Dylan,
Peter and Kerry,
Franke,
Kenny Larkin,
Essential Logic,
The Birthday Party,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal, Sarah Menescal.
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.