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 Ireland and from Manchester.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Zapp show in Hamilton.
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 1968 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Edmonton.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Seoul 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 The Last Poets to the rap 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 Crispy Ambulance. All the underground hits.
All Jesper Dahlbäck tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Red Lorry Yellow Lorry record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 an oboe and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Electric Prunes record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Roxy Music,
Avey Tare,
Grandmaster Flash,
Morten Harket,
Animal Collective,
The Doobie Brothers,
X-101,
The Pretty Things,
Neu!,
The Slackers,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Crooked Eye,
Michelle Simonal,
The Last Poets,
Gil Scott Heron,
Livin' Joy,
Alphaville,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Fatback Band,
Todd Rundgren,
James White and The Blacks,
Fat Boys,
Sixth Finger,
John Foxx,
the Soft Cell,
Terry Callier,
The Moody Blues,
Wally Richardson,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Excepter,
Robert Wyatt,
Sarah Menescal,
10cc,
Althea and Donna,
Peter and Kerry,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Evens,
The Motions,
David Axelrod,
the Sonics,
Sandy B,
Junior Murvin,
The Index,
Curtis Mayfield,
The Sonics,
The Fall,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
Reagan Youth,
Altered Images,
Mo-Dettes,
Black Pus,
Soul II Soul,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Guru Guru,
Mars,
Deadbeat,
Ludus,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne, Johnny Osbourne.
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.