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 Mozambique and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in New York and Woodstock.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan 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 Brand Nubian to the disco kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Public Enemy. All the underground hits.
All Wire tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Technova 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a 808 and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a snare.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Slackers,
The Cosmic Jokers,
The Fall,
Todd Terry,
The Seeds,
Minutemen,
H. Thieme,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Radiohead,
Marvin Gaye,
The Fortunes,
Silicon Teens,
Scan 7,
Dual Sessions,
Rakim,
Nation of Ulysses,
Sällskapet,
Brothers Johnson,
Magazine,
Kerrie Biddell,
Lou Reed,
Pussy Galore,
Niagra,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
DJ Sneak,
Prince Buster,
Animal Collective,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
The Techniques,
Colin Newman,
The Mummies,
Neu!,
The Names,
Thee Headcoats,
Kerri Chandler,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Eric B and Rakim,
Curtis Mayfield,
Don Cherry,
Erasure,
Piero Umiliani,
Eric Copeland,
The Mighty Diamonds,
James White and The Blacks,
Sound Behaviour,
the Germs,
10cc,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
Charles Mingus,
Altered Images,
Tubeway Army,
Soft Cell,
a-ha,
Intrusion,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Porter Ricks,
Joey Negro,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
The Associates,
Scratch Acid,
Roxy Music,
Groovy Waters,
Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight, Suburban Knight.
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.