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 Suriname and from Manila.
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 1961 to 1977.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Jakarta and Lagos.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Manila 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 Dennis Brown to the jazz 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 The Electric Prunes. All the underground hits.
All Franke tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Young Rascals record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal funk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a güiro and a synthesizer and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a James Chance & The Contortions record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a snare.
I hear that you and your band have sold your snare and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
World's Most,
Coldchain, Rosco P., Featuring Pusha T from Clipse & Boo-Bonic,
Alton Ellis,
London Community Gospel Choir,
Gang Green,
Sexual Harrassment,
Das Ding,
Alison Limerick,
Bush Tetras,
Radio Birdman,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Leonard Cohen,
Jerry's Kids,
Monks,
Steve Hackett,
Marcia Griffiths,
Television,
Yellowson,
Amazonics,
AZ,
F. McDonald,
Delta 5,
Throbbing Gristle,
Lalann,
Peter and Kerry,
Marc Almond,
Pierre Henry,
Joensuu 1685,
Mr. Review,
Kerri Chandler,
Terry Callier,
Kaleidoscope,
Joe Finger,
the Association,
Ken Boothe,
Boogie Down Productions,
Big Daddy Kane,
Soft Cell,
The Dave Clark Five,
The Cowsills,
Flamin' Groovies,
Camouflage,
Graham Central Station,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Jeff Mills,
Bad Manners,
Davy DMX,
Whodini,
Mad Mike,
Eden Ahbez,
Jerry Gold Smith,
The New Christs,
Negative Approach,
David Axelrod,
Aswad,
The Golliwogs,
Basic Channel,
Fela Kuti,
The Last Poets,
Urselle,
Alphaville,
Ludus,
The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground, The Velvet Underground.
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.