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 Ghana and from Toronto.
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 1964 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Paris and Mumbai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Bologna 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 De La Soul & Jungle Brothers to the grime kids.
I played it at the Roxy.
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 John Holt. All the underground hits.
All Sound Behaviour tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lou Reed record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a snare and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Arthur Verocai record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
ABBA,
Duran Duran,
Dave Gahan,
The Fall,
Suicide,
The Mummies,
Grauzone,
Brothers Johnson,
Porter Ricks,
Niagra,
Accadde A,
Wasted Youth,
The Cosmic Jokers,
Jacob Miller,
The Zeros,
Frankie Knuckles,
Desert Stars,
Maurizio,
Liliput,
Reagan Youth,
Pylon,
The Velvet Underground,
Kings Of Tomorrow,
The Detroit Cobras,
Kas Product,
Moby Grape,
Carl Craig,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Metal Thangz,
a-ha,
Delon & Dalcan,
Tubeway Army,
The Gladiators,
Blancmange,
Delta 5,
Quando Quango,
Nas,
Anthony Braxton,
Sound Behaviour,
Public Enemy,
Lyres,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Ultravox,
Deakin,
Japan,
Inner City,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Television,
June of 44,
Agent Orange,
MDC,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jawbox,
Harry Pussy,
Infiniti,
Amon Düül,
Neu!,
Nation of Ulysses,
Flamin' Groovies,
The Victims,
Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp, Archie Shepp.
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.