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 Comoros and from Bremen.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Josef K show in Edinburgh.
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 1960 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Copenhagen and Halifax.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school New York 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 synthesizer 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 Camron Feat. Memphis Bleek And Beenie Seigel to the rock 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 Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam. All the underground hits.
All Boogie Down Productions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Glenn Branca 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 '80s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a rhodes and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ajijia Myrayebe record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Sam Rivers,
Symarip,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Scratch Acid,
The Searchers,
Big Daddy Kane,
Suburban Knight,
Marc Romboy vs. Booka Shade,
Ronnie Foster,
Soul Sonic Force,
Nick Cave & The Bad Seeds,
Jacques Brel,
Eden Ahbez,
Dark Day,
Scan 7,
Scrapy,
Drive Like Jehu,
Peter & Gordon,
Desert Stars,
Bill Wells,
The Walker Brothers,
Spoonie Gee,
Eric B and Rakim,
The Modern Lovers,
Cybotron,
The Sound,
Neil Young,
Ultra Naté,
Aural Exciters,
The Dead C,
David McCallum,
Gang Gang Dance,
Robert Wyatt,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Rhythim Is Rhythim,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Kaleidoscope,
Kenny Larkin,
Colin Newman,
Visage,
Faraquet,
Vainqueur,
Q65,
Ultimate Spinach,
Byron Stingily,
Qualms,
Ultravox,
Quadrant,
Animal Collective,
Bobby Womack,
Ludus,
The Seeds,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
the Bar-Kays,
Eli Mardock,
Ituana,
Joey Negro,
Pantytec,
Oneida,
Rekid,
Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover, Lebanon Hanover.
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.