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 Malaysia and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1969 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tokyo 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 a-ha to the rap 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 Dual Sessions. All the underground hits.
All The Velvet Underground tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Hot Snakes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Carl Craig,
The Electric Prunes,
Ludus,
Rhythm & Sound,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Subhumans,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Al Stewart,
Terrestrial Tones,
Danielle Patucci,
Crispy Ambulance,
Howard Jones,
Mary Jane Girls,
Sound Behaviour,
Rapeman,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Fugazi,
Gang of Four,
Marmalade,
MDC,
Ossler,
Half Japanese,
Judy Mowatt,
Grauzone,
Ponytail,
Barbara Tucker,
Terry Callier,
Robert Wyatt,
Lower 48,
X-102,
Delta 5,
E-Dancer,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Neil Young,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Matthew Bourne,
The Victims,
Arthur Verocai,
Flamin' Groovies,
Scion,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Adolescents,
The Red Krayola,
Gong,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Altered Images,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Motorama,
Dead Boys,
Donald Byrd,
Bobby Womack,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
The Gories,
Babytalk,
Massinfluence,
Schoolly D,
Sam Rivers,
The Sonics,
the Fania All-Stars,
Sex Pistols,
DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style, DJ Style.
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.