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 Zambia and from Edmonton.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manila and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 Five Americans to the jazz 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 Jeff Lynne. All the underground hits.
All Aswad tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Johnny Clarke 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Mission of Burma record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Erasure,
The Slits,
Alison Limerick,
Khruangbin,
Rakim,
Pulsallama,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
The Monks,
Infiniti,
Bauhaus,
Index,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Soft Machine,
D'Angelo,
Kayak,
Pole,
The Doors,
Henry Cow,
The Modern Lovers,
DJ Sneak,
The Searchers,
Don Cherry,
Fluxion,
The Moody Blues,
Animal Collective,
Joensuu 1685,
Susan Cadogan,
Bob Dylan,
Idris Muhammad,
Gil Scott Heron,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Vladislav Delay,
Make Up,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Symarip,
Television,
Porter Ricks,
The Neon Judgement,
Lungfish,
Scientists,
Little Man,
Mo-Dettes,
Todd Terry,
Niagra,
F. McDonald,
Donny Hathaway,
Das Ding,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Audionom,
Soul II Soul,
Althea and Donna,
Visage,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Big Daddy Kane,
Blake Baxter,
The Invisible,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Roy Ayers,
Oblivians,
Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy, Scrapy.
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.