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 Zimbabwe and from Halifax.
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 1963 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Cairo and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Edmonton 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 1979 at the first Second Layer practice in a loft in South London.
I was working on the theremin 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 Fania All-Stars to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 The Sisters of Mercy. All the underground hits.
All Lonnie Liston Smith tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Porter Ricks 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 '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Pierre Henry,
The Kinks,
Fad Gadget,
Brothers Johnson,
The Invisible,
The Victims,
Absolute Body Control,
Country Teasers,
Camron Feat. Jay Z And Juelz,
Eurythmics,
Tom Boy,
The Star Department,
Icehouse,
Morten Harket,
Shuggie Otis,
Mo-Dettes,
The Offenders,
Dark Day,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
June of 44,
Crash Course in Science,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Eddi Front,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
The Monochrome Set,
Black Sheep,
Shoche,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Crispian St. Peters,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Robert Wyatt,
Animal Collective,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Swans,
Young Marble Giants,
The Mojo Men,
Siglo XX,
David Axelrod,
Das Ding,
Ronnie Foster,
Scientists,
Eric B and Rakim,
Rotary Connection,
Eric Dolphy,
Unwound,
Masters at Work,
John Coltrane,
Josef K,
Youth Brigade,
The Associates,
DJ Sneak,
Radio Birdman,
The Red Krayola,
Simply Red,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Electric Light Orchestra,
The Sonics,
Jesper Dahlback,
Kurtis Blow,
Magma,
the Germs,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Sarah Menescal,
Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis, Warren Ellis.
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.