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 Togo and from Mexico City.
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 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Philadelphia and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Delhi 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 David Bowie 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 Barrington Levy to the crunk 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 Vainqueur. All the underground hits.
All Laurel Aitken tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Aaron Thompson 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Offenders record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an organ.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
F. McDonald,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bobby Byrd,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Icehouse,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Fear,
Judy Mowatt,
Ornette Coleman,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Marvin Gaye,
Brand Nubian,
Fatback Band,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Bronski Beat,
The Remains,
In Retrospect,
Ice-T,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Flipper,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Bobby Womack,
The Shadows of Knight,
Peter and Kerry,
Robert Wyatt,
Isaac Hayes,
Newcleus,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Marshall Jefferson,
Yellowson,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Average White Band,
Danielle Patucci,
Hoover,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Sound,
Stiv Bators,
Bootsy Collins,
Ash Ra Tempel,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Pantytec,
Brothers Johnson,
Ponytail,
Bad Manners,
The Standells,
X-Ray Spex,
Model 500,
Alison Limerick,
Boogie Down Productions,
Mission of Burma,
Sound Behaviour,
Sparks,
Sam Rivers,
Deakin,
Eddi Front,
Q and Not U,
Simply Red,
10cc,
Gang Gang Dance,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Althea and Donna,
Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman, Radio Birdman.
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.