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 Grenada and from Tokyo.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1965 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Lyon.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Woodstock 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 808 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 Cal Tjader to the grunge kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Mars. All the underground hits.
All Scratch Acid tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Royal Trux record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Michelle Simonal record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
the Association,
Absolute Body Control,
Graham Central Station,
Quando Quango,
Lungfish,
These Immortal Souls,
Stereo Dub,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
X-102,
Vainqueur,
Pantaleimon,
Patti Smith,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Blancmange,
Con Funk Shun,
La Düsseldorf,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Aural Exciters,
Massinfluence,
The Cowsills,
Steve Hackett,
Minutemen,
DNA,
The Standells,
Bad Manners,
Funky Four + One,
The J.B.'s,
Derrick May,
The Five Americans,
Y Pants,
Grandmaster Flash,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Dead C,
John Cale,
Howard Jones,
The Dave Clark Five,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Heaven 17,
Dual Sessions,
FM Einheit,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Colin Newman,
Harry Pussy,
Boredoms,
Franke,
The Cure,
The New Christs,
Audionom,
Whodini,
Altered Images,
Guru Guru,
Agitation Free,
Stiv Bators,
Morten Harket,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
Pierre Henry,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Tremeloes,
Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day, Dark Day.
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.