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 Antigua and from Hong Kong.
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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Tehran and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 1987 at the first Nirvana practice in a loft in Seattle.
I was working on the linndrum 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 MDC to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Gang Green. All the underground hits.
All The Five Americans tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Tim Buckley record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Grandmaster Flash record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a chamberlin.
I hear that you and your band have sold your chamberlin and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
JFA,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Girls At Our Best!,
Prince Buster,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Delta 5,
Sister Nancy,
Steve Hackett,
Duran Duran,
Cheater Slicks,
Barrington Levy,
Urselle,
Matthew Halsall,
The Selecter,
Intrusion,
DNA,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
The Happenings,
Ken Boothe,
Sugar Minott,
The Techniques,
Archie Shepp,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Boredoms,
Todd Rundgren,
Bobby Womack,
James Chance & The Contortions,
Trumans Water,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
The Buckinghams,
Donny Hathaway,
Mission of Burma,
Silicon Teens,
Gang Starr,
Moss Icon,
Moebius,
Section 25,
Faraquet,
The Young Rascals,
Nico,
Lyres,
Reagan Youth,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Josef K,
Man Eating Sloth,
Stiv Bators,
Cluster,
Cecil Taylor,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Sun City Girls,
Freddie Wadling,
Siglo XX,
Traffic Nightmare,
the Bar-Kays,
OOIOO,
Wally Richardson,
Ituana,
Tom Boy,
Aural Exciters,
Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs, Au Pairs.
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.