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 Kazakhstan and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Leonard Cohen to the funk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Jesper Dahlbäck. All the underground hits.
All Charles Mingus tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Symarip 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying an arpeggiator and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a John Lydon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Big Daddy Kane,
Excepter,
Funky Four + One,
Bronski Beat,
Pantaleimon,
Hashim,
The Red Krayola,
Sugar Minott,
CMW,
Urselle,
Girls At Our Best!,
Wolf Eyes,
The Dave Clark Five,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Marmalade,
Khruangbin,
Cybotron,
Jerry Gold Smith,
PIL,
The Standells,
Erasure,
Bad Manners,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Sun Ra,
Quadrant,
The Mojo Men,
Maurizio,
Pantytec,
Grandmaster Flash,
10cc,
Masters at Work,
Scion,
Wire,
Scan 7,
cv313,
Steve Hackett,
Public Enemy,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Soul Sonic Force,
Thompson Twins,
Freddie Wadling,
Audionom,
Black Flag,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Technova,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Residents,
Kenny Larkin,
Isaac Hayes,
Eli Mardock,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Alphaville,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Drive Like Jehu,
Lebanon Hanover,
Darondo,
Mandrill,
Delta 5,
Can,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
F. McDonald,
Todd Terry,
Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese, Half Japanese.
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.