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 South Sudan and from Spokane.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mexico City.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Salvador 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 Joyce Sims to the funk kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Sonic Youth. All the underground hits.
All Yellowson tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every the Fania All-Stars record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal electroclash hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Matthew Bourne record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a guitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought an oboe.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Ohio Players,
The Red Krayola,
Gang of Four,
Jawbox,
The Dead C,
Sly & The Family Stone,
Fear,
The Shadows of Knight,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The American Breed,
Depeche Mode,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
World's Most,
Television,
U.S. Maple,
Oneida,
F. McDonald,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Schoolly D,
Marvin Gaye,
Davy DMX,
Pylon,
Camberwell Now,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Smiths,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rod Modell,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Niagra,
Pierre Henry,
Newcleus,
Hoover,
Jesper Dahlbäck,
Erykah Badu,
Trumans Water,
The Gap Band,
The Sound,
Subhumans,
Von Mondo,
Art Ensemble Of Chicago,
The Electric Prunes,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
Bill Near,
Sun Ra,
Lindisfarne,
Skarface,
UT,
Nick Fraelich,
Albert Ayler,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Yazoo,
Metal Thangz,
One Last Wish,
Richard Hell and the Voidoids,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Moby Grape,
The Royal Family And The Poor,
Country Joe & The Fish,
Peter and Kerry,
The Seeds,
Wings,
The Skatalites,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Nils Olav,
Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks, Porter Ricks.
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.