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 Denmark and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide 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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Halifax and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 guitar 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 Fortunes to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Astoria.
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 Amazonics. All the underground hits.
All The Vogues tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Saccharine Trust record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal jazz hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a sitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Alton Ellis record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Quando Quango,
Man Parrish,
Yellowson,
Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel,
Symarip,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Mantronix,
Organ,
Cecil Taylor,
Boz Scaggs,
Jawbox,
the Association,
The Techniques,
Niagra,
Subhumans,
The Doobie Brothers,
Popol Vuh,
Howard Jones,
Goldenarms,
DNA,
Alice Coltrane,
Cymande,
Erykah Badu,
Inner City,
Pylon,
DJ Style,
Ronnie Foster,
Sound Behaviour,
The Dirtbombs,
Supertramp,
The Tremeloes,
June of 44,
The Angels of Light,
Bang On A Can,
Silicon Teens,
F. McDonald,
Rosa Yemen,
Mars,
T. Rex,
Kas Product,
Public Image Ltd.,
Reuben Wilson,
Quadrant,
Y Pants,
Harmonia,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Eric B and Rakim,
Gang of Four,
Deadbeat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Piero Umiliani,
Pharoah Sanders,
The Dead C,
Derrick May,
Gil Scott Heron,
The Seeds,
Crispy Ambulance,
Eve St. Jones,
ABBA,
Janne Schatter,
Shuggie Otis,
The Durutti Column,
Make Up,
Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats, Thee Headcoats.
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.