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 Denmark and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Spokane.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 sitar 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 Marshall Jefferson to the grime kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Heaven 17. All the underground hits.
All Cal Tjader tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Last Poets record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock 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 spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Urselle record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Robert Wyatt,
Minnie Riperton,
The Zeros,
Bad Manners,
Roy Ayers,
R.M.O.,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
The Martian,
Sixth Finger,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Altered Images,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Cymande,
Oblivians,
Suicide,
T. Rex,
Eddi Front,
The Evens,
Massinfluence,
The Real Kids,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lalo Schifrin,
Chris & Cosey,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Gil Scott Heron,
Franke,
This Heat,
Average White Band,
Oneida,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Robert Görl,
Banda Bassotti,
Tomorrow,
Babytalk,
The Fall,
The Techniques,
Blancmange,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Cecil Taylor,
The Sisters of Mercy,
the Normal,
The Dirtbombs,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Ludus,
Crispy Ambulance,
Slick Rick,
Excepter,
Q65,
Eli Mardock,
Eden Ahbez,
David McCallum,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Curtis Mayfield,
Stereo Dub,
Depeche Mode,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Sight & Sound,
Barry Ungar,
Glenn Branca,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai, Arthur Verocai.
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.