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 Andorra and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1965 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lyon and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Lagos 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 Absolute Body Control to the grime 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 Funkadelic. All the underground hits.
All Organ tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Doors 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a clarinet and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marmalade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Scientists,
The Music Machine,
Cheater Slicks,
Cameo,
Q65,
The Offenders,
Harmonia,
Eddi Front,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Erasure,
Lizzy Mercier Descloux,
The Associates,
Grauzone,
Howard Jones,
Malaria!,
Ornette Coleman,
Unwound,
Stockholm Monsters,
Blancmange,
David McCallum,
The Tremeloes,
U.S. Maple,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Kinks,
This Heat,
One Last Wish,
Spandau Ballet,
the Bar-Kays,
Laurel Aitken,
Donald Byrd,
Radiohead,
Moebius,
Lou Christie,
Second Layer,
Sight & Sound,
Saccharine Trust,
Kayak,
EPMD,
Fela Kuti,
The Birthday Party,
Little Man,
Bauhaus,
Moss Icon,
Thompson Twins,
Lower 48,
Altered Images,
X-Ray Spex,
The Real Kids,
Frankie Knuckles,
The Evens,
The Moody Blues,
Kerri Chandler,
Delon & Dalcan,
Ten City,
Whodini,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Ronan,
Derrick Morgan,
June of 44,
Fear,
Porter Ricks,
June Days, June Days, June Days, June Days.
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.