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 Iceland and from Seoul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Bologna.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the mellotron 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 Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Birthday Party. All the underground hits.
All Negative Approach tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a chamberlin and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kerrie Biddell record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
KRS-One,
Eric B and Rakim,
Eli Mardock,
Black Bananas,
Malaria!,
Harmonia,
Radio Birdman,
The Young Rascals,
Max Romeo,
Basic Channel,
B.T. Express,
Public Image Ltd.,
The Five Americans,
K-Klass,
Tropical Tobacco,
Fugazi,
Ronnie Foster,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
The United States of America,
Chrome,
Roger Hodgson,
Quadrant,
Unwound,
Andrew Hill,
The Electric Prunes,
Television,
Faraquet,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Skatalites,
Crispian St. Peters,
Robert Wyatt,
Funky Four + One,
Aaron Thompson,
Sister Nancy,
Barclay James Harvest,
Avey Tare,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Neon Judgement,
the Germs,
Howard Jones,
Jawbox,
The Smiths,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Barry Ungar,
Gil Scott Heron,
Cheater Slicks,
The Remains,
Sparks,
Television Personalities,
Michelle Simonal,
Red Lorry Yellow Lorry,
Bob Dylan,
Maleditus Sound,
Blossom Toes,
Joe Finger,
The Cramps,
Khruangbin,
Kas Product,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Kevin Saunderson,
The Moleskins,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio, Maurizio.
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.