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 Italy and from Paris.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television 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 1961 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Bremen.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Roxette to the funk kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Harpers Bizarre. All the underground hits.
All Juan Atkins tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Roger Hodgson 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 '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Quantec,
Flipper,
Severed Heads,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Buckinghams,
Terrestrial Tones,
Theoretical Girls,
La Düsseldorf,
Marvin Gaye,
Nirvana,
Agitation Free,
Roger Hodgson,
Pierre Henry,
Janne Schatter,
Negative Approach,
Underground Resistance,
Flash Fearless,
Mantronix,
Connie Case,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Brothers Johnson,
The Gories,
Guru Guru,
Second Layer,
The Gun Club,
D'Angelo,
Soft Machine,
Rapeman,
Todd Rundgren,
Archie Shepp,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Hasil Adkins,
Newcleus,
Colin Newman,
Hot Snakes,
Los Fastidios,
The Leaves,
One Last Wish,
The Mojo Men,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Suburban Knight,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
DJ Sneak,
The Fugs,
Can,
Deadbeat,
Max Romeo,
Selector Dub Narcotic,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
The Grass Roots,
The Gap Band,
Radio Birdman,
Porter Ricks,
Ice-T,
Camberwell Now,
Yazoo,
Barclay James Harvest,
Jesper Dahlback,
Symarip,
Bill Near,
Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic, Stetsasonic.
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.