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 Mauritius and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Seoul and Manchester.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 Morten Harket to the grunge 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 Gastr Del Sol. All the underground hits.
All Howard Jones tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eurythmics record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz 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 a chamberlin and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jeff Mills record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
The Divine Comedy,
B.T. Express,
The Mojo Men,
The Index,
Desert Stars,
The Skatalites,
Josef K,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Eddi Front,
KRS-One,
June Days,
Curtis Mayfield,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Nas,
The Misunderstood,
Ponytail,
One Last Wish,
Minnie Riperton,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
A Certain Ratio,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Junior Murvin,
Q and Not U,
Kenny Larkin,
Yusef Lateef,
Scott Walker,
Adolescents,
The New Christs,
Albert Ayler,
Hasil Adkins,
The Move,
Clear Light,
Sarah Menescal,
Todd Rundgren,
Harpers Bizarre,
Vainqueur,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Vladislav Delay,
The Offenders,
The Velvet Underground,
Absolute Body Control,
ABC,
Spandau Ballet,
Idris Muhammad,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Sonic Youth,
Eric Copeland,
The Gun Club,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Lalann,
The J.B.'s,
Surgeon,
Darondo,
Make Up,
Mantronix,
Black Sheep,
OOIOO,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Cymande,
Johnny Clarke,
UT, UT, UT, UT.
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.