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 Togo and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tokyo and Mexico City.
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 arpeggiator 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 Roy Ayers Ubiquity to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Kevin Saunderson. All the underground hits.
All Pharoah Sanders tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Mojo Men 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Cymande 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?
Silicon Teens,
Neu!,
Patti Smith,
Skaos,
Delon & Dalcan,
Spandau Ballet,
Donald Byrd,
Danielle Patucci,
Kaleidoscope,
June Days,
Pet Shop Boys,
Roger Hodgson,
Von Mondo,
These Immortal Souls,
Index,
Hasil Adkins,
Joe Finger,
Bobby Womack,
Minor Threat,
Hoover,
the Human League,
Rapeman,
Idris Muhammad,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Iggy Pop,
Leonard Cohen,
The Litter,
Wasted Youth,
Nation of Ulysses,
Captain Beefheart & His Magic Band,
Fort Wilson Riot,
ABBA,
Röyhkä ja Rättö ja Lehtisalo,
June of 44,
Outsiders,
Suburban Knight,
Sugar Minott,
Marc Almond,
Rufus Thomas,
Eli Mardock,
Television Personalities,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Bronski Beat,
Arab on Radar,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Parry Music,
Barry Ungar,
Half Japanese,
Rotary Connection,
Janne Schatter,
Terrestrial Tones,
Dennis Brown,
A Certain Ratio,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
The Last Poets,
Josef K,
Altered Images,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Moebius,
Jeru the Damaja,
Freddie Wadling,
Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts, Sunsets and Hearts.
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.