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 Kyrgyzstan and from Houston.
But I was there.
I was there in 1973.
I was there at the first Television show in New York.
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 1969 to 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Manchester and Philadelphia.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 snare 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 Malaria! to the punk kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
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 Babytalk. All the underground hits.
All Bluetip tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every New York Dolls record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a marimba and a güiro and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Robert Hood record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your spring reverb and bought an organ.
I hear that you and your band have sold your organ and bought a spring reverb.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Minnie Riperton,
The Blues Magoos,
Rites of Spring,
Nils Olav,
Arthur Verocai,
Quando Quango,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
The Pop Group,
the Slits,
Kerri Chandler,
D'Angelo,
The Peanut Butter Conspiracy,
Blossom Toes,
Bang On A Can,
Bill Wells,
Talk Talk,
Shuggie Otis,
Metal Thangz,
The Golliwogs,
Sixth Finger,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Morten Harket,
The Men They Couldn't Hang,
The Searchers,
The Fortunes,
Yaz,
Pantaleimon,
Visionaries,LMNO, T- Love & Iriscience,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Yusef Lateef,
Fluxion,
Marvin Gaye,
Lucky Dragons,
Ice-T,
The Modern Lovers,
Marmalade,
Ornette Coleman,
Letta Mbulu,
Ultra Naté,
Angels of Light & Akron/Family,
Funkadelic,
Pylon,
Johnny Osbourne,
Minor Threat,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Gerry Rafferty,
Gang of Four,
Patti Smith,
Jeff Mills,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
Skriet,
Surgeon,
Livin' Joy,
Heavy D & The Boyz,
Clear Light,
The Dead C,
One Last Wish,
The Offenders,
Y Pants,
Yellowson,
Manfred Mann's Earth Band,
Glenn Branca,
John Holt,
Carl Craig,
The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood, The Misunderstood.
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.