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 Mongolia and from Hong Kong.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1967 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Hong Kong and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 oboe 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 Robert Wyatt to the disco kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Sixth Finger. All the underground hits.
All Crispian St. Peters tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Brand Nubian 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Maleditus Sound record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a spring reverb.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Golliwogs,
The Gories,
Dennis Brown,
the Association,
The Fuzztones,
The Monochrome Set,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Aswad,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Porter Ricks,
Nas,
Marshall Jefferson,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Standells,
Carl Craig,
Saccharine Trust,
Gang Starr,
Rapeman,
Jesper Dahlback,
David McCallum,
Flipper,
Theoretical Girls,
Minnie Riperton,
Wings,
Patti Smith,
Black Pus,
Mantronix,
Erykah Badu,
Black Bananas,
Audionom,
Desert Stars,
Minor Threat,
Eric Copeland,
Kurtis Blow,
Soul Sonic Force,
The Smoke,
Gichy Dan,
The Busters,
New Age Steppers,
Heaven 17,
Das Ding,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Mad Mike,
Camouflage,
X-101,
Parry Music,
The Fugs,
Chris Corsano,
Nik Kershaw,
Darondo,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Fire Engines,
Kevin Saunderson,
Matthew Halsall,
Brass Construction,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Connie Case,
Grauzone,
Andrew Hill,
Dorothy Ashby,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Jerry's Kids,
Ronan,
Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks, Buzzcocks.
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.