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 Iran and from Columbus.
But I was there.
I was there in 2001.
I was there at the first Tiga show in Montreal.
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 1966 to 1974.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Spokane and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Spandau Ballet to the grunge 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 Easy Going. All the underground hits.
All Lungfish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Archie Shepp 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a harpsichord and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Boz Scaggs,
Robert Wyatt,
Ituana,
Kurtis Blow,
Beasts of Bourbon,
The Golliwogs,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
In Retrospect,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Letta Mbulu,
Nirvana,
Jacques Brel,
Mo-Dettes,
Joy Division,
The Residents,
Scan 7,
Rod Modell,
Rites of Spring,
Jerry's Kids,
Pet Shop Boys,
Tres Demented,
Hasil Adkins,
the Germs,
Funkadelic,
Visage,
Soul Sonic Force,
Susan Cadogan,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Marvin Gaye,
Jeru the Damaja,
Electric Prunes,
Boredoms,
John Coltrane,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Amon Düül,
Silicon Teens,
Roxy Music,
Brand Nubian,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Ronan,
The Gories,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Organ,
Joensuu 1685,
Max Romeo,
Lightning Bolt,
Cecil Taylor,
Morten Harket,
Henry Cow,
Gang Green,
Blancmange,
Symarip,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
The Music Machine,
Circle Jerks,
Excepter,
The Doobie Brothers,
Sun Ra,
John Holt,
Unrelated Segments,
Barrington Levy,
Masters at Work,
Deepchord,
Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside, Lakeside.
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.