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 Uganda and from Tehran.
But I was there.
I was there in 1971.
I was there at the first Selda show in Istanbul.
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 1964 to 1979.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Sao Paulo and Manila.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Cairo 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 rhodes sounds with much patience.
I was there when David Bowie 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 Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic to the techno 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 Man Parrish. All the underground hits.
All Kas Product tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Fifty Foot Hose 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 '70s cut and another box set from the '90s.
I hear you're buying a 808 and a chamberlin and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ornette Coleman record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a sitar.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Aswad,
Aloha Tigers,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
Pierre Henry,
Gong,
Minutemen,
The Slackers,
Camouflage,
Scratch Acid,
Reuben Wilson,
Q and Not U,
Johnny Clarke,
Bronski Beat,
8 Eyed Spy,
Althea and Donna,
Nick Fraelich,
Section 25,
Lower 48,
Eyeless In Gaza,
Peter and Kerry,
JFA,
Cluster,
Deakin,
the Association,
Ultimate Spinach,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Jacob Miller,
Blossom Toes,
The Dirtbombs,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
The Knickerbockers,
Suburban Knight,
Roxette,
Ossler,
Pet Shop Boys,
Soft Cell,
Big Daddy Kane,
Godley & Creme,
Desert Stars,
Skarface,
X-Ray Spex,
LL Cool J,
Max Romeo,
Warsaw,
Fifty Foot Hose,
Jeff Lynne,
Cal Tjader,
Gary Puckett & The Union Gap,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Bizarre Inc.,
F. McDonald,
Oblivians,
Organ,
Joy Division,
The Gories,
Lucky Dragons,
Avey Tare,
Ronnie Foster,
Sixth Finger,
PIL,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band, The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band.
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.