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 Philippines and from London.
But I was there.
I was there in 1967.
I was there at the first Rodriguez show in Detroit.
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 1961 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Hong Kong.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Mexico City 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 Reuben Wilson to the crunk kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Magazine. All the underground hits.
All Dawn Penn tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every ABC record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and an organ and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Niagra record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your guitar and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a guitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Eyeless In Gaza,
Minny Pops,
Cecil Taylor,
EPMD,
Public Enemy,
Neil Young,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
Alphaville,
UT,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Janne Schatter,
The Last Poets,
Bill Wells,
Carl Craig,
James White and The Blacks,
Sandy B,
Toni Rubio,
Crispy Ambulance,
Scientists,
Al Stewart,
Gang of Four,
Barry Ungar,
Second Layer,
Slick Rick,
Spoonie Gee,
LL Cool J,
cv313,
Masters at Work,
Michelle Simonal,
The Busters,
The Index,
Scan 7,
The Human League,
Pierre Henry,
Moby Grape,
Section 25,
Scion,
Charles Mingus,
The Angels of Light,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Ten City,
Nirvana,
The Tremeloes,
Jandek,
Average White Band,
Judy Mowatt,
Be Bop Deluxe,
Patti Smith,
Ossler,
the Association,
The Cramps,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
David McCallum,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
Depeche Mode,
Crooked Eye,
The Dirtbombs,
Gang Green,
The Selecter,
Sound Behaviour,
Nick Fraelich,
Los Fastidios,
Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock, Eli Mardock.
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.