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 Ghana and from Salvador.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1966 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Copenhagen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 chamberlin 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 Pylon to the grunge kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 H. Thieme. All the underground hits.
All Sun Ra tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Underground Resistance record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a EPMD record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Lower 48,
Gang Green,
Man Parrish,
The New Christs,
Hardrive,
Lalann,
New York Dolls,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
In Retrospect,
David McCallum,
Terry Callier,
Audionom,
James White and The Blacks,
Fluxion,
The Beau Brummels,
World's Most,
Jawbox,
Gang Gang Dance,
Erasure,
Crooked Eye,
Fatback Band,
The Pop Group,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Shadows of Knight,
Livin' Joy,
Symarip,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
The J.B.'s,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Cheater Slicks,
Black Pus,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Roxy Music,
Nirvana,
Eric Dolphy,
Soft Cell,
Spoonie Gee,
The Golliwogs,
Camberwell Now,
Reuben Wilson,
Scratch Acid,
the Sonics,
Black Sheep,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Interpol,
The Gap Band,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Magma,
Warren Ellis,
Main Source,
DJ Sneak,
The Kinks,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Can,
Unrelated Segments,
The Gun Club,
Yaz,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
T.S.O.L.,
Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron, Gil Scott Heron.
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.