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 St Kitts & Nevis and from Toronto.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Big Star show in Memphis.
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 1961 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Lagos and Calgary.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Philadelphia 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 organ 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 R.M.O. to the disco kids.
I played it at Cafe Wha.
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 Los Fastidios. All the underground hits.
All Sly & The Family Stone 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 grime 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 mellotron and a theremin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Dennis Brown record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a marimba.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Drexciya,
Big Daddy Kane,
Jandek,
Rosa Yemen,
Nas,
Tropical Tobacco,
Underground Resistance,
David McCallum,
Sound Behaviour,
Larry & the Blue Notes,
Kool Moe Dee,
Idris Muhammad,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Tim Buckley,
Organ,
Archie Shepp,
Deadbeat,
Howard Jones,
The Birthday Party,
Malaria!,
Aaron Thompson,
Eden Ahbez,
Zero Boys,
OOIOO,
Arab on Radar,
The Human League,
Marc Almond,
U.S. Maple,
Cluster,
Man Eating Sloth,
Angry Samoans,
Fat Boys,
Curtis Mayfield,
Al Stewart,
Joyce Sims,
The Sonics,
Crooked Eye,
Urselle,
Negative Approach,
The Evens,
Maleditus Sound,
Teenage Jesus and the Jerks,
Sugar Minott,
The Electric Prunes,
Scott Walker,
H. Thieme,
Boz Scaggs,
Althea and Donna,
Yaz,
Gian Franco Pienzio,
Sun Ra Arkestra,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
Infiniti,
Hasil Adkins,
Kauko Röyhkä ja Narttu,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
The Flesh Eaters,
The Blackbyrds,
Throbbing Gristle,
Excepter,
Cymande, Cymande, Cymande, Cymande.
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.