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 Malaysia and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Donny Hathaway. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Oneida 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Motorama record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Associates,
Amazonics,
Fat Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Anakelly,
Oneida,
Arthur Verocai,
The American Breed,
Marine Girls,
Von Mondo,
Pylon,
Half Japanese,
The Birthday Party,
London Community Gospel Choir,
The J.B.'s,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Scion,
The Pretty Things,
Donny Hathaway,
MC5,
The Last Poets,
Fluxion,
Kurtis Blow,
Roxette,
Smog,
Letta Mbulu,
Grey Daturas,
Sexual Harrassment,
Eli Mardock,
These Immortal Souls,
Gang Green,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Drexciya,
The Star Department,
Vladislav Delay,
Slick Rick,
The Shadows of Knight,
Harmonia,
Heaven 17,
Lindisfarne,
Pet Shop Boys,
Lakeside,
Pierre Henry,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Darondo,
Altered Images,
Tom Boy,
Bill Near,
China Crisis,
Public Enemy,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
B.T. Express,
Funky Four + One,
The Busters,
Throbbing Gristle,
Joy Division,
Barbara Tucker,
Reuben Wilson,
In Retrospect,
Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson, Bobby Hutcherson.
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.