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 Zimbabwe and from Accra.
But I was there.
I was there in 1984.
I was there at the first Arcadia show in London.
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 1972.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Beijing and Tehran.
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 1976 at the first Chic practice in a loft in New York.
I was working on the synthesizer 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 Deepchord to the dance kids.
I played it at the Troubador.
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 Reuben Wilson. All the underground hits.
All Fugazi tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Laurel Aitken record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal crunk hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '50s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a linndrum and a marimba and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Ash Ra Tempel record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your synthesizer and bought a linndrum.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a synthesizer.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
The Litter,
Public Enemy,
Wighnomy Brothers & Robag Wruhme,
Sun City Girls,
Lou Reed & Metallica,
Davy DMX,
Arthur Verocai,
Eric Copeland,
Deepchord,
In Retrospect,
La Düsseldorf,
Faraquet,
DJ Sneak,
Leonard Cohen,
Young Marble Giants,
The Tremeloes,
Marcia Griffiths,
Blossom Toes,
Average White Band,
Echo & the Bunnymen,
Todd Terry,
Donald Byrd,
Rowland S Howard / Lydia Lunch,
Darondo,
Frankie Knuckles,
Tres Demented,
Pierre Henry,
David McCallum,
U.S. Maple,
The Moleskins,
Grandmaster Flash and the Furious Five,
the Germs,
Lee Hazlewood,
Shuggie Otis,
Tubeway Army,
Don Cherry,
Jawbox,
Agent Orange,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Graham Central Station,
Sonny Sharrock,
Marc Almond,
Cecil Taylor,
Reuben Wilson,
Bobbi Humphrey,
Intrusion,
New York Dolls,
Max Romeo,
8 Eyed Spy,
Stockholm Monsters,
The Move,
Sunsets and Hearts,
Kevin Saunderson,
Nation of Ulysses,
Gang Gang Dance,
Yusef Lateef,
Bang On A Can,
Newcleus,
KRS-One,
Cameo,
Easy Going,
June Days,
The Misunderstood,
John Coltrane,
Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed, Lou Reed.
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.