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 Thailand and from Seoul.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
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 Calgary and Toronto.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish to the crunk 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 Pantytec. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Girls At Our Best! record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Fat Boys record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ossler,
10cc,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Howard Jones,
Judy Mowatt,
The Grass Roots,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Al Stewart,
X-Ray Spex,
Smog,
Harpers Bizarre,
Wings,
Joe Smooth,
David Axelrod,
Dawn Penn,
Altered Images,
Fugazi,
Byron Stingily,
Loose Ends,
Big Daddy Kane,
Reuben Wilson,
Ponytail,
Brass Construction,
Pylon,
Depeche Mode,
The Monochrome Set,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Sam Rivers,
Stetsasonic,
Absolute Body Control,
A Flock of Seagulls,
The Gladiators,
Don Cherry,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Von Mondo,
The Smoke,
Danielle Patucci,
the Normal,
Crash Course in Science,
Blake Baxter,
Skaos,
Avey Tare,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
China Crisis,
Kenny Larkin,
Johnny Osbourne,
48th St. Collective,
Mantronix,
Tubeway Army,
K-Klass,
The Doobie Brothers,
Lungfish,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
Theoretical Girls,
Pantytec,
Tomorrow,
Kaleidoscope,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282, Thinking Fellers Union Local 282.
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.