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 India and from Bologna.
But I was there.
I was there in 1987.
I was there at the first Nirvana show in Seattle.
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 1970.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Madrid and Paris.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school London 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 synthesizer sounds with much patience.
I was there when Nile Rodgers 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 Massinfluence to the dance kids.
I played it at CBGB's.
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 Wire. All the underground hits.
All Derrick May tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Prince Buster record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal punk 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 synthesizer and a guitar and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Essential Logic record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your clarinet and bought a marimba.
I hear that you and your band have sold your marimba and bought a clarinet.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Busters,
The Index,
Negative Approach,
Brass Construction,
Bobby Sherman,
the Swans,
Mission of Burma,
Stereo Dub,
Black Pus,
E-Dancer,
The Kinks,
Tim Buckley,
Cecil Taylor,
Alison Limerick,
Thee Headcoats,
Cheater Slicks,
X-102,
Erykah Badu,
Andrew Hill,
Yaz,
Todd Rundgren,
Letta Mbulu,
Rod Modell,
The New Christs,
Mandrill,
Colin Newman,
Ronan,
The Walker Brothers,
Fat Boys,
The Slits,
Barry Ungar,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Harry Pussy,
The Toasters,
Donny Hathaway,
Dawn Penn,
De La Soul & Jungle Brothers,
Sonic Youth,
Vaughan Mason & Crew,
Camberwell Now,
Crooked Eye,
June Days,
Bill Near,
Roy Ayers Ubiquity,
The Dirtbombs,
Roxy Music,
Graham Central Station,
Television Personalities,
Can,
Liliput,
Camouflage,
David McCallum,
James White and The Blacks,
The Mighty Diamonds,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
The Real Kids,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Drexciya,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Maurizio,
Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T, Ice-T.
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.