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 Chad and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Art of Noise show in London.
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 1963 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Tokyo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 organ 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 Cecil Taylor to the grunge 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 Stetsasonic. All the underground hits.
All Kool Moe Dee tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Ponytail record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 organ and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Terry Callier record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought a mellotron.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a 808.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eden Ahbez,
Main Source,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Slick Rick,
Stetsasonic,
The Moody Blues,
Joensuu 1685,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Rites of Spring,
Matthew Bourne,
Mantronix,
Gang Starr,
Skaos,
Michelle Simonal,
Yaz,
Pantytec,
Sexual Harrassment,
Jerry's Kids,
Lalann,
Sight & Sound,
The Gladiators,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Altered Images,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Camouflage,
Tropical Tobacco,
Soulsonic Force,
Crispy Ambulance,
the Slits,
Jesper Dahlback,
Erykah Badu,
The Seeds,
FM Einheit,
Buzzcocks,
Make Up,
The Monks,
Magazine,
Echospace,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Minutemen,
U.S. Maple,
Skriet,
Kayak,
Scott Walker,
Barry Ungar,
Maleditus Sound,
Goldenarms,
Nico,
Yusef Lateef,
Public Enemy,
Crash Course in Science,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Bootsy Collins,
John Holt,
Toni Rubio,
China Crisis,
Crooked Eye,
New Order,
The Gap Band,
Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses, Liaisons Dangereuses.
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.