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 Fiji and from Madrid.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1967 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 linndrum sounds with much patience.
I was there when Michael McDonald 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 Hardrive to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Eden Ahbez tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Residents 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Stetsasonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Heaven 17,
Soul II Soul,
Blossom Toes,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Connie Case,
Lungfish,
FM Einheit,
Big Daddy Kane,
Mission of Burma,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Pere Ubu,
the Fania All-Stars,
Nirvana,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Invisible,
Nils Olav,
Circle Jerks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Livin' Joy,
Organ,
Eve St. Jones,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Susan Cadogan,
kango's stein massive,
Youth Brigade,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
The Monochrome Set,
Quando Quango,
James White and The Blacks,
Gichy Dan,
Joensuu 1685,
Neil Young,
X-Ray Spex,
Sister Nancy,
The Litter,
Thompson Twins,
Frankie Knuckles,
Piero Umiliani,
Ossler,
JFA,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Ultimate Spinach,
Quantec,
The Raincoats,
Pantytec,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
R.M.O.,
Terry Callier,
The Zeros,
L. Decosne,
Anakelly,
Robert Hood,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Electric Prunes,
Rod Modell,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Avey Tare,
Soulsonic Force,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt, Robert Wyatt.
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.