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 Turkey and from Woodstock.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in 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 1965 to 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Mexico City and Beijing.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Shanghai 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 theremin 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 Country Teasers to the grime 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 Rhythim Is Rhythim. All the underground hits.
All Marcia Griffiths tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Lower 48 record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk 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 guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a the Sonics record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Gang Green,
Simply Red,
Nas,
Buzzcocks,
The Techniques,
Iggy Pop,
Michelle Simonal,
Adolescents,
Gabor Szabo,
The Toasters,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Radiopuhelimet,
Archie Shepp,
A Certain Ratio,
Sex Pistols,
The Electric Prunes,
New Age Steppers,
Lakeside,
Kenny Larkin,
The Knickerbockers,
Tropical Tobacco,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
Eve St. Jones,
The Skatalites,
Y Pants,
Country Joe & The Fish,
The Offenders,
Main Source,
The Fortunes,
Bobby Hutcherson,
Tom Boy,
the Bar-Kays,
Cecil Taylor,
Dorothy Ashby,
Sonic Youth,
Yaz,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Rites of Spring,
Derrick Morgan,
Banda Bassotti,
Cymande,
Kayak,
The Doobie Brothers,
E-Dancer,
Outsiders,
Grey Daturas,
Toni Rubio,
The Slackers,
Loose Ends,
The Blues Magoos,
Sight & Sound,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Pharoah Sanders,
Siouxsie and the Banshees,
Amazonics,
Leonard Cohen,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Boredoms,
New York Dolls,
U.S. Maple,
Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker, Barbara Tucker.
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.