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 Nicaragua and from Manchester.
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 1960 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Salvador.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 June Days to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Minutemen. All the underground hits.
All Hashim tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Robert Görl record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Anakelly,
Mars,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Wasted Youth,
Sight & Sound,
The Walker Brothers,
Young Marble Giants,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Organ,
R.M.O.,
Don Cherry,
ABBA,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Second Layer,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Amon Düül,
The Gladiators,
Kayak,
Bang On A Can,
Pharoah Sanders,
Traffic Nightmare,
Todd Rundgren,
The Angels of Light,
Infiniti,
Moss Icon,
The Busters,
Quantec,
the Human League,
The Young Rascals,
Maurizio,
the Fania All-Stars,
Lightning Bolt,
The Residents,
Reagan Youth,
Negative Approach,
Adolescents,
Altered Images,
Carl Craig,
Johnny Osbourne,
Wolf Eyes,
Eric Dolphy,
Accadde A,
Janne Schatter,
The Standells,
The Red Krayola,
Avey Tare,
The Count Five,
Erykah Badu,
Todd Terry,
The Skatalites,
Yazoo,
Sparks,
Magma,
Bootsy Collins,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Can,
Arab on Radar,
Dark Day,
Chrome,
Jeff Mills,
Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones, Eve St. Jones.
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.