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 Mexico and from Taipei.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 Paris and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Columbus 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 1977 at the first Mistral practice in a loft in Amsterdam.
I was working on the snare 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 The Skatalites to the techno kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Shoche. All the underground hits.
All the Human League tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fear 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Nation of Ulysses record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a harpsichord.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Albert Ayler,
Slick Rick,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Rotary Connection,
Tom Boy,
Adolescents,
Agent Orange,
Y Pants,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Mr. Review,
Hot Snakes,
Roger Hodgson,
Peter & Gordon,
Trumans Water,
Prince Buster,
Jawbox,
Radiopuhelimet,
Warsaw,
Banda Bassotti,
Gang Gang Dance,
John Cale,
Susan Cadogan,
Crispy Ambulance,
Dark Day,
Bobby Hutcherson,
8 Eyed Spy,
H. Thieme,
The Associates,
T.S.O.L.,
Glambeats Corp.,
Ten City,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
DNA,
The Beau Brummels,
Infiniti,
Lower 48,
The Wake,
Pole,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Circle Jerks,
E-Dancer,
David Axelrod,
Jerry's Kids,
Neil Young,
Rosa Yemen,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Fad Gadget,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
L. Decosne,
The Human League,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
The Knickerbockers,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Smog,
Bush Tetras,
Marvin Gaye,
Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren, Todd Rundgren.
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.