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 Cuba and from Portland.
But I was there.
I was there in 1977.
I was there at the first Mistral show in Amsterdam.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Woodstock and Houston.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Sao Paulo 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 The Golliwogs to the grunge 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 Average White Band. All the underground hits.
All Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Schoolly D record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a clarinet and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Jerry Gold Smith record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Junior Murvin,
Kool Moe Dee,
Aural Exciters,
Big Daddy Kane,
Peter Gordon & Love of Life Orchestra,
Fugazi,
New Age Steppers,
Flipper,
Monks,
Thee Headcoats,
The Barracudas,
Danielle Patucci,
Chris & Cosey,
Desert Stars,
Smog,
These Immortal Souls,
Amon Düül II,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
June of 44,
Leonard Cohen,
The Divine Comedy,
Nick Fraelich,
Bauhaus,
Pussy Galore,
Siglo XX,
The Wake,
Maleditus Sound,
Scan 7,
Bluetip,
John Foxx,
Derrick May,
The Dead C,
Sam Rivers,
Mission of Burma,
Black Bananas,
The Pop Group,
The Leaves,
Prince Buster,
Sly & The Family Stone,
A Flock of Seagulls,
Intrusion,
The Pretty Things,
Alison Limerick,
Darondo,
Easy Going,
Soul Sonic Force,
Ice-T,
Yusef Lateef,
Negative Approach,
Gang Green,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Bobby Sherman,
Ash Ra Tempel,
the Slits,
Roger Hodgson,
Sonny Sharrock,
The Detroit Cobras,
Drexciya,
Wings,
Surgeon,
David Bowie,
Franke, Franke, Franke, Franke.
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.