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 Germany and from Jakarta.
But I was there.
I was there in 1978.
I was there at the first Visage 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 1967 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Edmonton and Stockholm.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bremen 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 Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds to the grime 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 Country Joe & The Fish. All the underground hits.
All Jeru the Damaja tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Jesper Dahlbäck record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a DJ Style record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Schoolly D,
Dawn Penn,
Television,
Derrick Morgan,
Moss Icon,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
The Sisters of Mercy,
The Standells,
Bobby Byrd,
Skriet,
Prince Buster,
This Heat,
Yazoo,
Amazonics,
Erykah Badu,
Bobby Sherman,
Drexciya,
The Golliwogs,
Dorothy Ashby,
Organ,
The Blackbyrds,
The Mojo Men,
DJ Style,
Fela Kuti,
A Certain Ratio,
T.S.O.L.,
Rhythm & Sound,
The Sonics,
Sugar Minott,
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
These Immortal Souls,
The Gories,
Nas,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Suicide,
Josef K,
DNA,
Barbara Tucker,
Morten Harket,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Man Eating Sloth,
Kurtis Blow,
Boogie Down Productions,
The Durutti Column,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
John Holt,
Outsiders,
Q65,
Television Personalities,
Sun Ra,
John Lydon,
Donny Hathaway,
Wings,
The Gladiators,
Juan Atkins,
John Cale,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.