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 Malaysia and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Human League show in Sheffield.
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 1962 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 2001 at the first Tiga practice in a loft in Montreal.
I was working on the sitar 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 Bobby Hutcherson to the dance 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 D'Angelo. All the underground hits.
All Electric Prunes tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Monochrome Set record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Masters at Work,
Agent Orange,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sun City Girls,
ABBA,
Cal Tjader,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Tres Demented,
The Gun Club,
Juan Atkins,
The Martian,
Sugar Minott,
Yaz,
Los Fastidios,
Scott Walker + Sunn O))),
Angry Samoans,
Mantronix,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Youth Brigade,
the Fania All-Stars,
Eric Dolphy,
Kevin Saunderson,
Steve Hackett,
The Cramps,
Leonard Cohen,
The Remains,
The Invisible,
ABC,
The Dead C,
Black Sheep,
Ice-T,
Chrome,
Q65,
X-101,
Soul Sonic Force,
Patti Smith,
KRS-One,
The Victims,
Stereo Dub,
The Slackers,
Crispian St. Peters,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Parry Music,
The Dirtbombs,
Nick Fraelich,
John Cale,
The Toasters,
Ornette Coleman,
Ultimate Spinach,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
D'Angelo,
Skarface,
Organ,
Minnie Riperton,
Reuben Wilson,
Derrick Morgan,
The Sound,
Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones, Terrestrial Tones.
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.