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 Senegal and from Johannesburg.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Columbus and Seoul.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 sitar 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 Bizarre Inc. to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Japan. All the underground hits.
All The Happenings tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Yusef Lateef 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an organ and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Amazonics,
Khruangbin,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
the Swans,
Symarip,
Animal Collective,
Pierre Henry,
Marine Girls,
John Foxx,
Intrusion,
Desert Stars,
Bill Near,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Faraquet,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Moss Icon,
Half Japanese,
The Last Poets,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Gladiators,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
R.M.O.,
John Cale,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
The Black Dice,
Royal Trux,
Harmonia,
The Moleskins,
EPMD,
The Velvet Underground,
This Heat,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rapeman,
Kas Product,
Skaos,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Icehouse,
Max Romeo,
K-Klass,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
The Beau Brummels,
Quando Quango,
Brand Nubian,
The Raincoats,
The Stooges,
Audionom,
The Busters,
Ituana,
Quantec,
The Five Americans,
Aaron Thompson,
Neu!,
A Certain Ratio,
Public Enemy,
The Buckinghams,
Television Personalities,
Maleditus Sound,
the Bar-Kays,
The Slackers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.