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 Costa Rica and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 New Age Steppers to the grunge kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Move. All the underground hits.
All Stereo Dub tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Frankie Knuckles 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
the Human League,
Darondo,
Andrew Hill,
Bizarre Inc.,
Don Cherry,
Matthew Halsall,
Arthur Verocai,
Dual Sessions,
The Victims,
Arcadia,
Jawbox,
AZ,
The Modern Lovers,
Unrelated Segments,
Skarface,
Mad Mike,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Pop Group,
The Angels of Light,
The Fugs,
Lower 48,
The Neon Judgement,
Skriet,
The Zeros,
EPMD,
Intrusion,
D'Angelo,
Electric Prunes,
Nik Kershaw,
Niagra,
Minny Pops,
Yaz,
Pulsallama,
Cecil Taylor,
Icehouse,
The Move,
Stockholm Monsters,
X-102,
Idris Muhammad,
Funky Four + One,
The Fuzztones,
Zapp,
MC5,
Agent Orange,
Excepter,
Bush Tetras,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Nico,
Soft Machine,
Robert Görl,
Kayak,
Isaac Hayes,
Soul Sonic Force,
Public Image Ltd.,
the Fania All-Stars,
Siglo XX,
The Last Poets,
Can,
The Fall,
Delon & Dalcan,
Johnny Osbourne,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx, Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx.
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.