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 Bhutan and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mumbai 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 Traffic Nightmare to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 K-Klass. All the underground hits.
All Anthony Braxton tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rites of Spring record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minny Pops record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Young Marble Giants,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Black Bananas,
Animal Collective,
Marshall Jefferson,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Shoche,
The Skatalites,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Morten Harket,
K-Klass,
Black Pus,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Cowsills,
Scrapy,
Patti Smith,
Soul Sonic Force,
Radio Birdman,
Groovy Waters,
Yellowson,
Eurythmics,
Mo-Dettes,
Wally Richardson,
Donny Hathaway,
Leonard Cohen,
Camberwell Now,
Delta 5,
Kool Moe Dee,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Jesper Dahlback,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Slits,
Roxette,
Swans,
One Last Wish,
The Red Krayola,
Sister Nancy,
Scion,
Dorothy Ashby,
The Moleskins,
Drexciya,
Girls At Our Best!,
Pylon,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
F. McDonald,
The Searchers,
Glenn Branca,
The Pretty Things,
Yazoo,
D'Angelo,
Circle Jerks,
Blancmange,
Organ,
Sex Pistols,
Pantaleimon,
The Monochrome Set,
Royal Trux,
The Dave Clark Five,
Judy Mowatt,
Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX, Siglo XX.
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.