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 Lesotho and from Accra.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 arpeggiator 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 Organ to the grime kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Isaac Hayes. All the underground hits.
All The Stooges tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge 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 guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Dead C record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lightning Bolt,
MDC,
Young Marble Giants,
Skaos,
The Young Rascals,
ABBA,
Cheater Slicks,
The Flesh Eaters,
T.S.O.L.,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
James White and The Blacks,
The Kinks,
Half Japanese,
Scan 7,
Flash Fearless,
Rekid,
Country Joe & The Fish,
the Human League,
The Offenders,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Soft Machine,
Bizarre Inc.,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Gabor Szabo,
The Move,
The Angels of Light,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Theoretical Girls,
Eurythmics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Toni Rubio,
Glambeats Corp.,
Crispian St. Peters,
Erykah Badu,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Lindisfarne,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eddi Front,
Ituana,
Scion,
The Victims,
Minor Threat,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Ten City,
John Holt,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Scratch Acid,
AZ,
Babytalk,
La Düsseldorf,
The Skatalites,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Reagan Youth,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Danielle Patucci,
Heaven 17,
Fela Kuti,
the Bar-Kays,
Ronnie Foster,
Piero Umiliani,
the Sonics,
Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms, Boredoms.
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.