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 Taiwan and from Winnipeg.
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 1976.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Delhi.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Toronto 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 theremin 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 Reagan Youth to the rap 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 Ajijia Myrayebe. All the underground hits.
All Accadde A tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Youth Brigade record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grime 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 rhodes and a spring reverb and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Clear Light record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your mellotron and bought a güiro.
I hear that you and your band have sold your güiro and bought a mellotron.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Slave,
Simply Red,
Jeff Mills,
The West Coast Pop Art Experimental Band,
Moss Icon,
Mad Mike,
Mark Hollis,
Black Bananas,
Massinfluence,
Drexciya,
Japan,
The Doors,
Peter and Kerry,
Graham Central Station,
Brass Construction,
Loose Ends,
China Crisis,
It's A Beautiful Day,
Rahsaan Roland Kirk,
Eve St. Jones,
James Chance & The Contortions,
The Sisters of Mercy,
Stetsasonic,
Reagan Youth,
Kaleidoscope,
Lyres,
The Smoke,
B.T. Express,
Lafayette Afro Rock Band,
The Dirtbombs,
The Blackbyrds,
Notorious BIG live in Amsterdam,
Blancmange,
Arcadia,
Oppenheimer Analysis,
Rod Modell,
Liaisons Dangereuses,
Bill Near,
Fort Wilson Riot,
Traffic Nightmare,
Gabor Szabo,
Maleditus Sound,
Avey Tare & Kría Brekkan,
Lucky Dragons,
Girls At Our Best!,
The Fall,
Desert Stars,
Ohio Players,
Thinking Fellers Union Local 282,
Minor Threat,
Morten Harket,
Niagra,
Amon Düül,
Cameo,
The Jesus and Mary Chain,
The Star Department,
Dr. Dre and Snoop Doggy Dog,
Soul II Soul,
Ituana,
OOIOO,
Skriet,
Tim Buckley,
The Blues Magoos,
Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs, Boz Scaggs.
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.