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 Swaziland and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Cairo.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 spring reverb 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 The Stooges to the rap kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Rotary Connection. All the underground hits.
All 10cc tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Intrusion record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Idris Muhammad record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Subhumans,
Sound Behaviour,
Arthur Verocai,
Jeff Lynne,
The Five Americans,
Yusef Lateef,
Essential Logic,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Dave Gahan,
Metal Thangz,
DJ Style,
Max Romeo,
The Index,
Rites of Spring,
Rekid,
Donald Byrd,
Model 500,
Los Fastidios,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Mantronix,
John Lydon,
E-Dancer,
Stiv Bators,
David Bowie,
Colin Newman,
Thee Headcoats,
Morten Harket,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Scion,
Young Marble Giants,
Cecil Taylor,
Jandek,
Cameo,
Joe Finger,
Big Daddy Kane,
Joe Smooth,
Crooked Eye,
Sun Ra,
CMW,
The Fuzztones,
Q and Not U,
Depeche Mode,
Pierre Henry,
Desert Stars,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Buckinghams,
The Real Kids,
Flamin' Groovies,
Pagans,
Adolescents,
Robert Wyatt,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Move,
Moss Icon,
Eric Dolphy,
Scott Walker,
The United States of America,
Intrusion,
Erykah Badu,
X-Ray Spex,
Brothers Johnson,
Pylon, Pylon, Pylon, Pylon.
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.