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 Niger and from Copenhagen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1968 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Beijing 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 Mary Jane Girls to the disco kids.
I played it at Trash.
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 Spoonie Gee. All the underground hits.
All One Last Wish tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Donny Hathaway 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Kings Of Tomorrow record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a 808.
I hear that you and your band have sold your 808 and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Nas,
ABC,
Hashim,
Gang Starr,
Roxy Music,
Procol Harum,
Fad Gadget,
Organ,
Brand Nubian,
Black Flag,
Amon Düül,
B.T. Express,
Crispy Ambulance,
Strawberry Alarm Clock,
Robert Wyatt,
The Pop Group,
The Fortunes,
Notorious Big And Bone Thugs,
Desert Stars,
The Grass Roots,
The Fugs,
The Toasters,
Mr. Review,
the Association,
Rites of Spring,
Pantytec,
Ralphi Rosario,
Outsiders,
Nick Fraelich,
The Index,
Lightning Bolt,
Swell Maps,
The Monochrome Set,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Glambeats Corp.,
Glenn Branca,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Bob Dylan,
UT,
T.S.O.L.,
The Red Krayola,
Bluetip,
The Fuzztones,
June of 44,
Vainqueur,
Louis and Bebe Barron,
Sarah Menescal,
Altered Images,
Young Marble Giants,
Lou Reed,
Howard Jones,
The Shadows of Knight,
The Invisible,
The Litter,
Donny Hathaway,
Funkadelic,
Smog,
Althea and Donna,
New Age Steppers,
the Sonics,
Johnny Osbourne,
Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux, Royal Trux.
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.