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 Rwanda and from Lille.
But I was there.
I was there in 1975.
I was there at the first Ubu show in Cleveland.
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 1967 to 1975.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Accra and Lagos.
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 linndrum 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 cv313 to the punk 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 London Community Gospel Choir. All the underground hits.
All Soul II Soul tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every The Blackbyrds record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal dance hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '80s cut and another box set from the '70s.
I hear you're buying a theremin and a mellotron and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a The Raincoats record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your linndrum and bought a harpsichord.
I hear that you and your band have sold your harpsichord and bought a linndrum.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Frankie Knuckles,
Jerry's Kids,
Lower 48,
The Blues Magoos,
Yaz,
Camouflage,
The Sonics,
Magazine,
Radio Birdman,
Banda Bassotti,
Public Image Ltd.,
Unrelated Segments,
Fad Gadget,
Wally Richardson,
James White and The Blacks,
Judy Mowatt,
Kango’s Stein Massive,
Sound Behaviour,
Beasts of Bourbon,
Funky Four + One,
The Zeros,
Ohio Players,
Roy Ayers,
Livin' Joy,
The New Christs,
Charles Mingus,
The Misunderstood,
Wasted Youth,
Anakelly,
Ken Boothe,
Fat Boys,
Terror Squad Feat. Camron,
Ajijia Myrayebe,
Moebius,
The Five Americans,
DJ Sneak,
Isaac Hayes,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Dual Sessions,
Barbara Tucker,
Lakeside,
The Mighty Diamonds,
This Heat,
T. Rex,
Tears for Fears,
Lonnie Liston Smith,
The Barracudas,
Funkadelic,
Lou Reed,
Moby Grape,
Amazonics,
Essential Logic,
Bobby Womack,
Gil Scott-Heron & Brian Jackson,
Half Japanese,
Ultramagnetic MC's,
The J.B.'s,
R.M.O.,
The Blackbyrds,
Archie Shepp,
The Golliwogs,
Skaos,
The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams, The Buckinghams.
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.