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 Iceland and from Philadelphia.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Tehran 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 808 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 Scan 7 to the rock kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 T. Rex. All the underground hits.
All Lou Reed & John Cale tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Techniques record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bootsy Collins record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Jeru the Damaja,
Mantronix,
Flamin' Groovies,
Prince Buster,
Motorama,
the Slits,
Warsaw,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
U.S. Maple,
Bobby Womack,
Unwound,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Mark Hollis,
Wings,
The Detroit Cobras,
Boogie Down Productions,
Aaron Thompson,
James White and The Blacks,
Wolf Eyes,
Gichy Dan,
Fear,
Jeff Mills,
Joey Negro,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
The Wake,
The Human League,
A Certain Ratio,
Chris Corsano,
Sister Nancy,
Fatback Band,
Magma,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Scratch Acid,
Oblivians,
Donny Hathaway,
The United States of America,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
PIL,
Sun Ra,
Crash Course in Science,
Susan Cadogan,
Sällskapet,
Laurel Aitken,
Deadbeat,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Niagra,
The American Breed,
Echospace,
The Litter,
The Seeds,
Lungfish,
The Shadows of Knight,
Black Moon,
Scrapy,
Gang of Four,
Essential Logic,
Archie Shepp,
Intrusion,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Basic Channel,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs, Notorious Big And Bone Thugs.
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.