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 Vanuatu and from Beijing.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983.
I was there at the first Lewis show in Vancouver.
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 1962 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Portland and Shanghai.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Hong Kong 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 arpeggiator 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 E-Dancer to the jazz kids.
I played it at the Spitz.
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 Black Pus. All the underground hits.
All The Beau Brummels tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Los Fastidios record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal rap hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a guitar and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Youth Brigade record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Zapp,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
The Slits,
Reagan Youth,
Groovy Waters,
Loose Ends,
Thompson Twins,
Fear,
Fad Gadget,
Rekid,
This Heat,
Sad Lovers and Giants,
Kurtis Blow,
Pulsallama,
Hoover,
DNA,
Lakeside,
Royal Trux,
Black Bananas,
Rosa Yemen,
The Modern Lovers,
Soft Machine,
the Fania All-Stars,
Donald Byrd,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Laurel Aitken,
Flash Fearless,
Warsaw,
Harmonia,
Kas Product,
The Walker Brothers,
Sandy B,
Maleditus Sound,
The Motions,
Deutsch Amerikanische Freundschaft,
Howard Jones,
Young Marble Giants,
Malaria!,
Jeff Lynne,
Eric B and Rakim,
Bobby Sherman,
Kenny Larkin,
The Standells,
Pete Rock & C.L. Smooth,
Sticky Fingaz feat. Raekwon,
MDC,
Amon Düül II,
Bang on a Can All-Stars,
a-ha,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Hardrive,
Das Ding,
Tom Boy,
Television Personalities,
Deepchord,
the Sonics,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Hasil Adkins,
Bizarre Inc.,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic, Essential Logic.
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.