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 Kosovo and from Lyon.
But I was there.
I was there in 1979.
I was there at the first Second Layer show in South London.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Taipei and Johannesburg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Spokane 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 Lou Reed & Metallica to the funk kids.
I played it at the Crocodile.
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 Stockholm Monsters. All the underground hits.
All The Motions tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Outsiders record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Minnie Riperton record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Idris Muhammad,
The Knickerbockers,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
Mad Mike,
The Litter,
The Raincoats,
The Zeros,
Sandy B,
Terrestrial Tones,
Guru Guru,
Slave,
Kayak,
JFA,
the Bar-Kays,
The Modern Lovers,
Steve Hackett,
The Invisible,
Inner City,
Con Funk Shun,
Zapp,
Major Organ And The Adding Machine,
Heaven 17,
Terry Callier,
Mr. Review,
Y Pants,
Procol Harum,
Drive Like Jehu,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
ABC,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Alarm Clocks,
The Mojo Men,
Depeche Mode,
Smog,
Lindisfarne,
Bad Manners,
The Walker Brothers,
The Electric Prunes,
Curtis Mayfield,
New Age Steppers,
Davy DMX,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Jimmy McGriff,
Organ,
Eden Ahbez,
Minor Threat,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Godley & Creme,
Talk Talk,
Cal Tjader,
Robert Hood,
Kaleidoscope,
Urselle,
Pagans,
Bootsy Collins,
Severed Heads,
Sun City Girls,
Negative Approach,
Agitation Free,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Nas, Nas, Nas, Nas.
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.