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 Vietnam and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1966 to 1973.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and London.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Johannesburg 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 Radiohead to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 Barracudas. All the underground hits.
All Scrapy tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Davy DMX 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 '90s.
I hear you're buying a synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Pussy Galore record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a clarinet.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a chamberlin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Saints,
Neil Young & Crazy Horse,
Goldenarms,
Aaron Thompson,
The Zeros,
Kevin Saunderson,
B.T. Express,
Lungfish,
La Düsseldorf,
Lyres,
Yazoo,
Fear,
L. Decosne,
Derrick Morgan,
Pet Shop Boys,
Reuben Wilson,
Amon Düül,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Tommy Roe,
Bootsy's Rubber Band,
Drexciya,
Alton Ellis,
Soulsonic Force,
Nick Fraelich,
Cymande,
The Slits,
Derrick May,
Sällskapet,
Outsiders,
kango's stein massive,
The Last Poets,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Funky Four + One,
Saccharine Trust,
Tears for Fears,
Loose Ends,
the Swans,
Alice Coltrane,
Gil Scott Heron,
Joe Finger,
The Barracudas,
Whodini,
Pere Ubu,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Jesper Dahlback,
Electric Prunes,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Music Machine,
The Birthday Party,
the Germs,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Slackers,
Connie Case,
Symarip,
D'Angelo,
Moby Grape,
Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo, Gabor Szabo.
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.