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 Marshall Islands and from Houston.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Calgary and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 Magazine to the techno kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Yazoo. All the underground hits.
All Josef K tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Slackers record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
LL Cool J,
Bootsy Collins,
Smog,
Basic Channel,
Nation of Ulysses,
Nas,
The Pretty Things,
Q and Not U,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Soulsonic Force,
The Dirtbombs,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Lungfish,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Anakelly,
Sonny Sharrock,
Lightning Bolt,
48th St. Collective,
La Düsseldorf,
Japan,
The Saints,
Radiohead,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
The Real Kids,
Groovy Waters,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Scan 7,
Tim Buckley,
the Swans,
Kurtis Blow,
Soft Machine,
Black Moon,
Television,
Bang On A Can,
Organ,
Average White Band,
Gong,
Ossler,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Talk Talk,
Al Stewart,
Donald Byrd,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Sonics,
Ponytail,
Tears for Fears,
Sex Pistols,
Index,
The Gladiators,
Beasts of Bourbon,
David McCallum,
Grey Daturas,
Fad Gadget,
Alice Coltrane,
Pylon,
The Gap Band,
EPMD,
Tubeway Army,
Frankie Knuckles,
Soul II Soul,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama, Pulsallama.
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.