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 Sri Lanka and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in London and Seoul.
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 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 Mantronix to the techno kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 the Slits. All the underground hits.
All The Chocolate Watch Band tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lungfish record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a güiro.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Fluxion,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Qualms,
Nick Fraelich,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Scrapy,
Young Marble Giants,
Kas Product,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Charles Mingus,
The Monochrome Set,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Zero Boys,
The Beau Brummels,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Au Pairs,
Bobby Womack,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Black Dice,
Cecil Taylor,
Negative Approach,
CMW,
James White and The Blacks,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Barclay James Harvest,
The Martian,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
Babytalk,
The Real Kids,
Quando Quango,
The Count Five,
Lyres,
Kayak,
Mission of Burma,
Roger Hodgson,
Faust,
Desert Stars,
Connie Case,
Howard Jones,
Icehouse,
Rufus Thomas,
Pere Ubu,
X-102,
Ossler,
Jesper Dahlback,
The Raincoats,
The Modern Lovers,
Fat Boys,
Scientists,
Bobby Byrd,
Cal Tjader,
The Searchers,
Echospace,
Aswad,
The Cure,
F. McDonald,
Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front, Eddi Front.
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.