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 Uzbekistan and from Lagos.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Glasgow and Edmonton.
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 Faust to the crunk 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 Oppenheimer Analysis. All the underground hits.
All Sandy B tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sun Ra Arkestra record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Rekid record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bauhaus,
John Coltrane,
Procol Harum,
Pere Ubu,
Sparks,
New Age Steppers,
Radiohead,
Skriet,
Ludus,
Hashim,
Lindisfarne,
Jerry Gold Smith,
Barry Ungar,
Bizarre Inc.,
Gil Scott Heron,
Eve St. Jones,
Royal Trux,
Hasil Adkins,
Godley & Creme,
Eyeless In Gaza,
The Star Department,
Flash Fearless,
The Blues Magoos,
Stetsasonic,
Black Sheep,
Blossom Toes,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Rotary Connection,
Avey Tare,
Sun Ra,
Yusef Lateef,
New York Dolls,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Negative Approach,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Blake Baxter,
Joyce Sims,
Faust,
Barrington Levy,
The Golliwogs,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Mummies,
Masters at Work,
Byron Stingily,
Rhythm & Sound,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The J.B.'s,
Skarface,
the Association,
T. Rex,
MDC,
The Divine Comedy,
Harmonia,
Jerry's Kids,
the Swans,
KRS-One,
Jeff Lynne,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Lalo Schifrin,
Eden Ahbez,
Nation of Ulysses,
Wasted Youth,
Kayak, Kayak, Kayak, Kayak.
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.