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 Portugal and from Calgary.
But I was there.
I was there in 1976.
I was there at the first Chic show in New York.
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 Lagos and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Red Krayola to the grunge 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 Letta Mbulu. All the underground hits.
All Spandau Ballet tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fela Kuti record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Guru Guru record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Royal Trux,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Infiniti,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Maurizio,
Negative Approach,
The Slackers,
Bootsy Collins,
Patti Smith,
Grauzone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ludus,
EPMD,
Television Personalities,
Soulsonic Force,
Smog,
The J.B.'s,
The Names,
Jesper Dahlback,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
June Days,
Tom Boy,
The Stooges,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Leaves,
K-Klass,
Warsaw,
Nico,
Bobby Sherman,
Vladislav Delay,
The Skatalites,
The Victims,
Parry Music,
Black Sheep,
The Star Department,
Johnny Osbourne,
Pussy Galore,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Half Japanese,
Byron Stingily,
David McCallum,
Lalo Schifrin,
Lee Hazlewood,
Jeff Lynne,
Symarip,
Aural Exciters,
Roy Ayers,
Isaac Hayes,
Bob Dylan,
Susan Cadogan,
The United States of America,
Deakin,
Neil Young,
Yaz,
Camberwell Now,
UT,
Lindisfarne,
Al Stewart,
Mad Mike,
Delon & Dalcan,
R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O., R.M.O..
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.