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 Paraguay 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 1968 to 1971.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Bologna and Winnipeg.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Jakarta 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 808 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 Cal Tjader to the grime kids.
I played it at the 40 Watt.
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 Aloha Tigers. All the underground hits.
All Schoolly D tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Gichy Dan record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rock hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '60s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a mellotron and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Marine Girls record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your theremin and bought an oboe.
I hear that you and your band have sold your oboe and bought a theremin.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Cameo,
Ituana,
DJ Style,
The United States of America,
Blake Baxter,
Mr. Review,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
the Soft Cell,
Gastr Del Sol,
Pharaoh Sanders and the Fire Engines,
Bauhaus,
Derrick May,
Siglo XX,
Dual Sessions,
Kayak,
Kool Moe Dee,
Grauzone,
Magazine,
The Pop Group,
Electric Light Orchestra,
N.O.R.E. Featuring Pharrell,
OOIOO,
Scion,
Excepter,
The Five Americans,
Arthur Verocai,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Archie Shepp,
Public Image Ltd.,
Moby Grape,
Japan,
The Fortunes,
Super Lover Cee & Casanova Rud,
Sun Ra,
Electric Prunes,
Blossom Toes,
The Martian,
Ultravox,
Second Layer,
Dead Boys,
David McCallum,
Quadrant,
Connie Case,
Donny Hathaway,
Nation of Ulysses,
Kas Product,
Pole,
Gregory Isaacs,
The Dirtbombs,
Barclay James Harvest,
Schoolly D,
Sunsets and Hearts,
48th St. Collective,
Toni Rubio,
Buzzcocks,
Ponytail,
Bobby Sherman,
Intrusion,
Tres Demented,
Slick Rick,
the Human League,
the Slits,
World's Most,
Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca, Glenn Branca.
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.