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 Mali and from Delhi.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 Toronto and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manchester 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 June Days to the rock kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Bush Tetras. All the underground hits.
All Absolute Body Control tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Rhythim Is Rhythim record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Lee Hazlewood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Angry Samoans,
Anthony Braxton,
David Axelrod,
Deakin,
Ornette Coleman,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Matthew Bourne,
Saccharine Trust,
Nik Kershaw,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Underground Resistance,
Model 500,
Kas Product,
Wolf Eyes,
Al Stewart,
Grandmaster Flash,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Scientists,
Glenn Branca,
The Names,
Mission of Burma,
The Techniques,
Radiohead,
CMW,
Todd Rundgren,
Khruangbin,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Dark Day,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Au Pairs,
Quantec,
Jeru the Damaja,
Eddi Front,
Aswad,
The Black Dice,
Loose Ends,
Nils Olav,
Aloha Tigers,
Porter Ricks,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Roxette,
Scan 7,
Eric Dolphy,
Vladislav Delay,
The Kinks,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Litter,
Fela Kuti,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Chris & Cosey,
Hasil Adkins,
Gang Gang Dance,
8 Eyed Spy,
Scrapy,
Gabor Szabo,
Crispy Ambulance,
Pierre Henry,
Urselle, Urselle, Urselle, Urselle.
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.