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 Kosovo and from Johannesburg.
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 1969 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 linndrum 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 Cal Tjader to the grime 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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Aaron Thompson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Sonny Sharrock 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cheater Slicks record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Cowsills,
Alice Coltrane,
Technova,
Supertramp,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Lalann,
The Motions,
X-101,
Faust,
X-Ray Spex,
Gong,
Marvin Gaye,
Minor Threat,
Pere Ubu,
The Birthday Party,
Siglo XX,
Masters at Work,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Junior Murvin,
Oneida,
Tropical Tobacco,
Iggy Pop,
Deakin,
the Germs,
Flash Fearless,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Modern Lovers,
The Index,
Arthur Verocai,
Bad Manners,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Angels of Light,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Jeff Lynne,
Sex Pistols,
The Vogues,
Jeru the Damaja,
The Zeros,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Johnny Clarke,
Make Up,
a-ha,
Unrelated Segments,
Al Stewart,
ABC,
Glambeats Corp.,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Slick Rick,
Pierre Henry,
Eric B and Rakim,
Faraquet,
The Divine Comedy,
The Offenders,
Alison Limerick,
Soulsonic Force,
Godley & Creme,
Vladislav Delay,
Symarip, Symarip, Symarip, Symarip.
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.