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 Morocco and from Bologna.
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 1962 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Accra.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Stockholm 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 David Bowie 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 Ronnie Foster to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 It's A Beautiful Day. All the underground hits.
All N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Man Eating Sloth record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a spring reverb and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a These Immortal Souls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slick Rick,
Kool G Rap & DJ Polo,
Radiopuhelimet,
Glambeats Corp.,
Young Marble Giants,
Blancmange,
The Fuzztones,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Gang Gang Dance,
Archie Shepp,
Underground Resistance,
Charles Mingus,
Shoche,
Suicide,
Marmalade,
Rosa Yemen,
The Chocolate Watch Band,
London Community Gospel Choir,
R.M.O.,
Roy Ayers,
Michelle Simonal,
Agitation Free,
Soft Cell,
Niagra,
Amazonics,
The Litter,
Mars,
Tom Boy,
The Searchers,
Index,
Au Pairs,
OOIOO,
Circle Jerks,
The Selecter,
Tubeway Army,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Derrick Morgan,
Sound Behaviour,
Ossler,
China Crisis,
Amon Düül,
Avey Tare,
The Five Americans,
Johnny Clarke,
Swell Maps,
Royal Trux,
David McCallum,
Deakin,
Blossom Toes,
Dark Day,
Main Source,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Donny Hathaway,
The Golliwogs,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Pretty Things,
Carl Craig,
Traffic Nightmare,
Terrestrial Tones,
Half Japanese,
Josef K, Josef K, Josef K, Josef K.
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.