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 Belgium and from Toronto.
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 1962 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Johannesburg and Tehran.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lyon 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 harpsichord 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 Dual Sessions to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 New Age Steppers. All the underground hits.
All Joensuu 1685 tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Eddi Front record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk 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 a sitar and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Drexciya record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a theremin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Public Enemy,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Popol Vuh,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
Lalo Schifrin,
D'Angelo,
Ken Boothe,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Barrington Levy,
Matthew Halsall,
the Human League,
Black Moon,
Ludus,
cv313,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Mark Hollis,
48th St. Collective,
Ohio Players,
Radiohead,
New Age Steppers,
Prince Buster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Neil Young,
The Tremeloes,
Faraquet,
The Associates,
Tears for Fears,
Gregory Isaacs,
Khruangbin,
Black Pus,
Country Teasers,
Cecil Taylor,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Scan 7,
Aswad,
Essential Logic,
The Names,
David Bowie,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Stetsasonic,
Marcia Griffiths,
Depeche Mode,
Crispian St. Peters,
Pet Shop Boys,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Arcadia,
Chrome,
Sugar Minott,
Tommy Roe,
The Standells,
Harpers Bizarre,
Leonard Cohen,
Quantec,
Junior Murvin,
Subhumans,
Idris Muhammad,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Alarm Clocks,
Can,
The United States of America,
One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish, One Last Wish.
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.