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 Bangladesh and from Milan.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Shanghai and Taipei.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Madrid 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 Skarface to the electroclash kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Slave. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Surgeon 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying an oboe and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ohio Players record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Rod Modell,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
World's Most,
Althea and Donna,
Simply Red,
Public Image Ltd.,
Lower 48,
The Doors,
Minnie Riperton,
MC5,
Derrick Morgan,
48th St. Collective,
X-Ray Spex,
Marine Girls,
DJ Style,
Johnny Osbourne,
Moebius,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
The Music Machine,
Minutemen,
Big Daddy Kane,
The Monks,
Rhythm & Sound,
Warren Ellis,
a-ha,
Arab on Radar,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Electric Light Orchestra,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Harmonia,
Cybotron,
Roxette,
The American Breed,
Joe Smooth,
The Fire Engines,
The Pop Group,
Clear Light,
Rakim,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Human League,
Cal Tjader,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Funkadelic,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Ten City,
Magma,
The Red Krayola,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Aural Exciters,
Popol Vuh,
Blossom Toes,
Silicon Teens,
The United States of America,
Man Eating Sloth,
Gang Gang Dance,
Morten Harket,
Camouflage,
Yaz,
The Martian,
Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins, Bootsy Collins.
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.