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 Grenada and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1965.
I was there at the first Beefheart show in Lancaster.
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 1960 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Portland.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 guitar 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 Mojo Men to the grime kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Gang Gang Dance. All the underground hits.
All Jerry's Kids tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Maurizio record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal techno 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 an arpeggiator and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Junior Murvin record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Bluetip,
Black Moon,
Quando Quango,
Alton Ellis,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Rotary Connection,
Absolute Body Control,
The Mummies,
Janne Schatter,
Joyce Sims,
Funkadelic,
The Blues Magoos,
Visage,
The Angels of Light,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
The Doobie Brothers,
Wings,
Fluxion,
Das Ding,
The Grass Roots,
Bang On A Can,
The Happenings,
The Gories,
Agitation Free,
Minutemen,
Marvin Gaye,
DJ Sneak,
Lou Christie,
The Count Five,
Pantytec,
Banda Bassotti,
Saccharine Trust,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Ultra Naté,
Funky Four + One,
Juan Atkins,
Eddi Front,
Joe Smooth,
Echospace,
Godley & Creme,
Jimmy McGriff,
Camouflage,
Cheater Slicks,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
June of 44,
Byron Stingily,
EPMD,
Flash Fearless,
Minnie Riperton,
Delta 5,
Tomorrow,
Jeru the Damaja,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Aaron Thompson,
Judy Mowatt,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Supertramp,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Yaz,
Little Man,
Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow, Kurtis Blow.
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.