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 Serbia and from Beijing.
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 1969 to 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Delhi and Cairo.
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 güiro 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 Kool Moe Dee to the grunge 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 Sun Ra Arkestra. All the underground hits.
All Quando Quango tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience 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 '60s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a harpsichord and an oboe and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Bobby Hutcherson record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a rhodes.
I hear that you and your band have sold your rhodes and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Das Ding,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
The New Christs,
Sunsets and Hearts,
The Tremeloes,
Avey Tare's Slasher Flicks,
Jerry's Kids,
Morten Harket,
Tomorrow,
Sällskapet,
DeepChord presents Echospace,
Bad Manners,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
Nirvana,
Minor Threat,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Derrick Morgan,
The Gap Band,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Man Eating Sloth,
ABBA,
Icehouse,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Accadde A,
Sugar Minott,
Toni Rubio,
Eyeless In Gaza,
R.M.O.,
Jeff Lynne,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Laurel Aitken,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Anthony Braxton,
Symarip,
CMW,
The Shadows of Knight,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Throbbing Gristle,
Guru Guru,
Masters at Work,
Grandmaster Flash,
The Index,
John Holt,
Infiniti,
The Detroit Cobras,
Michelle Simonal,
Subhumans,
Faust,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Joey Negro,
The Zeros,
Rufus Thomas,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
La Düsseldorf,
Darondo,
Duran Duran,
The American Breed,
Television Personalities,
Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman, Rapeman.
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.