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 Italy and from Winnipeg.
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 1969 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Houston.
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 Mighty Diamonds to the electroclash 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 Sugar Minott. All the underground hits.
All The Saints tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rapeman record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance 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 an arpeggiator and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The J.B.'s record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bush Tetras,
Half Japanese,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Drexciya,
The Birthday Party,
The Slits,
Darondo,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Crispian St. Peters,
The Pretty Things,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Moby Grape,
Magazine,
the Bar-Kays,
K-Klass,
Pulsallama,
Ossler,
Organ,
Swans,
Sight & Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Tears for Fears,
Silicon Teens,
Deepchord,
Can,
Big Daddy Kane,
Barrington Levy,
Franke,
Colin Newman,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Parry Music,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Deakin,
Unwound,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
La Düsseldorf,
Rufus Thomas,
The Vogues,
Vainqueur,
Pere Ubu,
Shuggie Otis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
New York Dolls,
Visage,
Bob Dylan,
Shoche,
Glenn Branca,
Los Fastidios,
Pharoah Sanders,
Mr. Review,
Sonic Youth,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Freddie Wadling,
DNA,
Harpers Bizarre,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Barbara Tucker,
The Star Department,
Blake Baxter,
Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy, Tom Boy.
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.