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 Uzbekistan and from Sao Paulo.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1963 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Houston and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 mellotron 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the funk 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 The Selecter. All the underground hits.
All Sixth Finger tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Black Dice 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 808 and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a London Community Gospel Choir record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Grass Roots,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
Con Funk Shun,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
ABC,
The Martian,
Michelle Simonal,
Black Bananas,
Pole,
Darondo,
Reagan Youth,
Skriet,
Nils Olav,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Walker Brothers,
the Sonics,
Popol Vuh,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Grey Daturas,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Pagans,
Depeche Mode,
Deadbeat,
Minnie Riperton,
Gastr Del Sol,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Roger Hodgson,
Erykah Badu,
Sexual Harrassment,
Liliput,
Brick,
Lou Christie,
Yusef Lateef,
Ituana,
Terry Callier,
Ludus,
Soul Sonic Force,
Sun Ra,
Piero Umiliani,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Steve Hackett,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Mary Jane Girls,
Accadde A,
Ultravox,
Frankie Knuckles,
John Holt,
Motorama,
Procol Harum,
Tim Buckley,
Albert Ayler,
Nik Kershaw,
Das Ding,
Public Enemy,
Circle Jerks,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Monks,
Au Pairs,
Rhythm & Sound,
Japan,
Kerrie Biddell,
Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine, Soft Machine.
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.