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 Yemen and from Mumbai.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1960 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
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 Mary Jane Girls to the grime 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 Dennis Brown. All the underground hits.
All Gregory Isaacs tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rufus Thomas 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lalann record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Joy Division,
Roy Ayers,
The Music Machine,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Fugazi,
Bobby Sherman,
The Real Kids,
The Leaves,
Audionom,
a-ha,
PIL,
Visage,
La Düsseldorf,
Brass Construction,
Fort Wilson Riot,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
The Black Dice,
Barrington Levy,
The Residents,
The Offenders,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Dead C,
Quando Quango,
Talk Talk,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Television Personalities,
EPMD,
Minor Threat,
Aaron Thompson,
Adolescents,
Metal Thangz,
Malaria!,
Scan 7,
Scientists,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Prince Buster,
Ossler,
Joe Finger,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Zero Boys,
Byron Stingily,
Avey Tare,
Boogie Down Productions,
Gregory Isaacs,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Shoche,
Little Man,
Cal Tjader,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Magma,
A Flock of Seagulls,
DJ Style,
David Bowie,
Can,
X-102,
Todd Rundgren,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Skaos,
Gang Starr,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.